Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul.
Let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.
Let them be as chaff before the wind and let the angel of Jehovah chase them.
Let their way be dark and slippery and let the angel of Jehovah persecute them, for without reason they have hid their net and without reason they have dig a pit for my soul.
Let destruction come upon them unawares and let the net that he has hidden catch himself. Into that very destruction let them fall.