7 Our bones are scattered at the mouth of the grave,
As when one plows and breaks up the earth.
8 But
amy eyes
are upon You, O G
OD the Lord;
In You I take refuge;
1Do not leave my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from
athe snares they have laid for me,
And from the traps of the workers of iniquity.
10 aLet the wicked fall into their own nets,
While I escape safely.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
