4. They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.
5. They are as chaff before wind, And a messenger of Jehovah driving away.
6. Their way is darkness and slipperiness, And a messenger of Jehovah their pursuer.
7. For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.
8. Meet him doth desolation--he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.
9. And my soul is joyful in Jehovah, It rejoiceth in His salvation.