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 you? delivering the poor out of the hand of them that are stronger than he, yes, the poor and needy one from them that spoil him.
11Unjust witnesses arose, and asked me of things I new not.