Let a righteous mana strike me--it is a kindness; let him rebuke me1--it is oil on my head.2 My head will not refuse it. Yet my prayer is ever against the deeds of evildoers;
their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,3 and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.
[They will say,] "As one plows4 and breaks up the earth,5 so our bones have been scattered at the mouth6 of the grave.b "
But my eyes are fixed7 on you, O Sovereign LORD; in you I take refuge8--do not give me over to death.
Keep me9 from the snares they have laid10 for me, from the traps set11 by evildoers.
Let the wicked fall12 into their own nets, while I pass by in safety.13