12God forgetteth not the cry of poor men; for he hath mind of them, and he seeketh the blood of them.
13Lord, have thou mercy on me; see thou my meekness of mine enemies. Which enhancest me from the gates of death;
14that I tell all thy praisings in the gates of the daughter of Zion. I shall be fully joyful or joy fully in thine health;
15heathen men be fast-set in the perishing, which they made. In this snare, which they hid, the foot of them is caught.