7. Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cuts and splits wood upon the earth.
8. But my eyes are unto you, O GOD the Lord: in you is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9. Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the traps of the workers of iniquity.
10. Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I thus escape.