6. When as their judges down shall bein stony places cast,Then shall they hear my words; for theyshall sweet be to their taste.
7. About the grave's devouring mouthour bones are scatter'd round,As wood which men do cut and cleavelies scatter'd on the ground.
8. But unto thee, O God the Lord,mine eyes uplifted be:My soul do not leave destitute;my trust is set on thee.
9. Lord, keep me safely from the snareswhich they for me prepare;And from the subtile gins of themthat wicked workers are.
10. Let workers of iniquityinto their own nets fall,Whilst I do, by thine help, escapethe danger of them all.