8Let destruction come vpon him at vnwares, and let his net, that he hath laid priuilie, take him: let him fall into the same destruction.
9Then my soule shalbe ioyfull in the Lord: it shall reioyce in his saluation.
10All my bones shall say, Lord, who is like vnto thee, which deliuerest the poore from him, that is too strong for him! yea, the poore and him that is in miserie, from him that spoyleth him!
11Cruell witnesses did rise vp: they asked of me things that I knewe not.
12They rewarded me euill for good, to haue spoyled my soule.
13Yet I, when they were sicke, I was clothed with a sacke: I humbled my soule with fasting: and my praier was turned vpon my bosome.