⁴ Pluck me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me, For you are my stronghold.

¹⁵ My eyes are ever on Yahweh, For he will pluck my feet out of the net.

¹⁴ Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in your sight, Yahweh, my rock, and my redeemer.

⁷ For without cause they have hidden their net in a pit for me. Without cause they have dug a pit for my soul.

⁶ They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the midst of it themselves. Selah.

⁷ Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.

⁵ The proud have hidden a snare for me, They have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me. Selah.

⁵ A man who flatters his neighbor, Spreads a net for his feet.

⁹ He has said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Most gladly therefore I will rather glory in my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest on me.

²⁶ and they may recover themselves out of the devil's snare, having been taken captive by him to his will.