Psalm 141:7-9

Young's Literal Translation

⁷ As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.

⁸ But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, [are] mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.

⁹ Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.