³ For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.

⁴ I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.

⁵ Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

⁶ Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.

¹¹ And He saith unto me, `Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel; lo, they are saying: Dried up have our bones, And perished hath our hope, We have been cut off by ourselves.

⁶ In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.

⁶ Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.

³ For strangers have risen up against me And terrible ones have sought my soul, They have not set God before them. Selah.

⁴ They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.

¹² I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.

¹³ For I have heard an evil account of many, Fear `is' round about. In their being united against me, To take my life they have devised,

⁹ From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.

¹⁰ Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:

¹¹ `Our steps now have compassed `him';' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.

¹² His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.

¹³ Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,

⁵ An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.

¹ `The Erring One,' by David, that he sung to Jehovah concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite. O Jehovah, my God, in Thee I have trusted, Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me.

² Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

¹¹ And Joab saith to the man who is declaring `it' to him, `And lo, thou hast seen -- and wherefore didst thou not smite him there to the earth -- and on me to give to thee ten silverlings and one girdle?'

²² And Abner addeth again, saying unto Asahel, `Turn thee aside from after me, why do I smite thee to the earth? and how do I lift up my face unto Joab thy brother?'