5 Every day they wrest my words: all their thoughts [are] against me for evil.
6 They assemble themselves, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.
7 Shall they escape by iniquity; in [thy] anger cast down the people, O God.
8 Thou numberest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: [are they] not in thy book?
9 When I cry [to thee], then shall my enemies turn back: this I know; for God [is] for me.