¹⁰ The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!

⁸ Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.

¹⁰ And they hang Haman upon the tree that he had prepared for Mordecai, and the fury of the king hath lain down.

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

¹⁶ Return doth his perverseness on his head, And on his crown his violence cometh down.

¹⁴ A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.

¹⁵ Their sword doth enter into their own heart, And their bows are shivered.

⁷ And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

⁸ And they cause him to stumble, Against them `is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.

⁹ The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them.

⁸ The righteous from distress is drawn out, And the wicked goeth in instead of him.