King James Version
But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
— Psalms 141:8-1953, King James Version
“For mine eyes are unto thee, O Jehovah the Lord: In thee do I take refuge; leave not my soul destitute. Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, And from the gins of the workers of iniquity. Let the wicked fall into their own nets, Whilst that I withal escape. ”
“For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, the Lord. In you, I take refuge. Don't leave my soul destitute. Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, from the traps of the workers of iniquity. Let the wicked fall together into their own nets, while I pass by. A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.”
“Surely I am looking to you, O Sovereign LORD. In you I take shelter. Do not expose me to danger! Protect me from the snare they have laid for me, and the traps the evildoers have set. Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I escape.”
“Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me. ”
“But my eyes are turned to you, O Lord God: my hope is in you; let not my soul be given up to death. Keep me from the net which they have put down for me, and from the designs of the workers of evil. Let the sinners be taken in the nets which they themselves have put down, while I go free.”
“But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute. Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity. Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape. ”
Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.