³ When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.

⁵ The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.

⁴ And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.

³³ and he taketh Peter, and James, and John with him, and began to be amazed, and to be very heavy,

³⁴ and he saith to them, `Exceeding sorrowful is my soul -- to death; remain here, and watch.'

³⁵ And having gone forward a little, he fell upon the earth, and was praying, that, if it be possible the hour may pass from him,

³⁶ and he said, `Abba, Father; all things are possible to Thee; make this cup pass from me; but, not what I will, but what Thou.'

¹⁵ Then the Pharisees having gone, took counsel how they might ensnare him in words,

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.

⁹ Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.

² Thou -- Thou hast known my sitting down, And my rising up, Thou hast attended to my thoughts from afar.

³ My path and my couch Thou hast fanned, And `with' all my ways hast been acquainted.

⁴ For there is not a word in my tongue, Lo, O Jehovah, Thou hast known it all!

⁴ Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

³ I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

² From the end of the land unto Thee I call, In the feebleness of my heart, Into a rock higher than I Thou dost lead me.

⁶ They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.

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

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

⁴ Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou `art' my strength.

¹⁴ As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

⁶ For Jehovah is knowing the way of the righteous, And the way of the wicked is lost!

¹⁰ For He hath known the way with me, He hath tried me -- as gold I go forth.

³ Thou hast proved my heart, Thou hast inspected by night, Thou hast tried me, Thou findest nothing; My thoughts pass not over my mouth.