Psalms 141:9

⁷  Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

⁸  But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.

⁹  Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.

¹⁰  Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.