⁸⁵ The proud have digged for me pits, That `are' not according to Thy law.

⁷ For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.

¹⁵ A pit he hath prepared, and he diggeth it, And he falleth into a ditch he maketh.

⁷⁸ Ashamed are the proud, For `with' falsehood they dealt perversely with me. I meditate in Thy precepts.

²⁰ Is evil recompensed instead of good, That they have dug a pit for my soul? Remember my standing before Thee to speak good of them, To turn back Thy wrath from them.

¹¹ Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.

¹ To the Overseer. -- `Destroy not.' -- A secret treasure, by David. Is it true, O dumb one, righteously ye speak? Uprightly ye judge, O sons of men?

² Even in heart ye work iniquities, In the land the violence of your hands ye ponder.

²⁷ A worthless man is preparing evil, And on his lips -- as a burning fire.

²² A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.