3And draw out spear and lance, To meet my pursuers. Say to my soul, 'Thy salvation I am.'
4They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.
5They are as chaff before wind, And a messenger of Jehovah driving away.
6Their way is darkness and slipperiness, And a messenger of Jehovah their pursuer.
7For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.
8Meet him doth desolation — he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
9And my soul is joyful in Jehovah, It rejoiceth in His salvation.