⁸ And if prisoners in fetters They are captured with cords of affliction,

¹⁰ Inhabitants of dark places and death-shade, Prisoners of affliction and of iron,

²² His own iniquities do capture the wicked, And with the ropes of his sin he is holden.

²⁷ And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,

⁶ Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,

¹⁸ He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart.

¹⁹ And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.

⁵ Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.

³ Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.

⁹ He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.