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

⁸ For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.

¹⁵ Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.

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.

³ O Jehovah, my God, if I have done this, If there is iniquity in my hands,

⁴ If I have done my well-wisher evil, And draw mine adversary without cause,

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

³ Also let none waiting on Thee be ashamed, Let the treacherous dealers without cause be ashamed.

⁴ To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

⁴ Those hating me without cause Have been more than the hairs of my head, Mighty have been my destroyers, My lying enemies, That which I took not away -- I bring back.

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

²⁵ but -- that the word may be fulfilled that was written in their law -- They hated me without a cause.