Psalms 141:7-10

7Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth. 8But my eyes are to thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.1 9Keep me from the traps which they have laid for me, and the snares of the workers of iniquity. 10Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I escape.2