6 But let not their precious balms break my head: yea, I will pray
yet against their wickedness.
7 Let their judges be overthrown in stony places: that they may
hear my words, for they are sweet.
8 Our bones lie scattered before the pit: like as when one
breaketh and heweth wood upon the earth.
9 But mine eyes look unto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust,
O cast not out my soul.
10 Keep me from the snare that they have laid for me: and from
the traps of the wicked doers.
11 Let the ungodly fall into their own nets together: and let
me ever escape them.