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

¹¹ `And, my father, see, yea see the skirt of thine upper robe in my hand; for by cutting off the skirt of thy upper robe, and I have not slain thee, know and see that there is not in my hand evil and transgression, and I have not sinned against thee, and thou art hunting my soul to take it!

⁹ `And I have prepared a place for My people Israel, and planted it, and it hath dwelt in its place, and is not troubled any more, and the sons of perverseness add not to wear it out as at first,

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

²⁰ Thou hast wrought for those trusting in Thee, Before sons of men. Thou hidest them in the secret place of Thy presence, From artifices of man, Thou concealest them in a tabernacle, From the strife of tongues.

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

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

¹² They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul,