5. Let the righteous smite me in mercy, and let him reprove me: and let not a flattering evil prince anoint my head, for my prayer shall ever be against his evil.
6. Their judges shall be thrown down from strong places; they shall hearken unto my words; for they are sweet.
7. Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cuts and cleaves wood upon the earth.
8. Therefore mine eyes look unto thee, O GOD the Lord; in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9. Keep me from the hands of the snare which they have laid for me, and from the snares of the workers of iniquity.
10. Let the wicked fall together into their own nets, whilst I pass on ahead forever.