BE merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me; For my soul taketh refuge in thee: Yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I take refuge, Until these calamities1 be over-past.
My soul is among lions; I lie2 among them that are set on fire, Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.
They have prepared a net for my steps; My soul is bowed down: They have digged a pit before me; They are fallen into the midst thereof themselves. [Selah