6Let their way be dark and slippery, and an angel of the Lord persecuting them.
7For without cause they have hid for me their destructive snare: without a cause they have reproached my soul.
8Let a snare which they know not come upon them: and the gin which they hid take them; and let them fall into the very same snare.
9But my soul shall exult in the Lord: it shall delight in his salvation.
10All my bones shall say, O Lord, who is like to thee? delivering the poor out of the hand of them that are stronger than he, yea, the poor and needy one from them that spoil him.