Psalms 141:9 YLT

⁷  As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.

⁸  But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, 'are' mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.

⁹  Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.

¹⁰  The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!