Our bones lie scattered at the [a]grave’s mouth, as he that heweth wood or diggeth in the earth.

But mine eyes look unto thee, O Lord God: in thee is my trust: leave not my soul destitute.

Keep me from the snare, which they have laid for me, and from the gins of the workers of iniquity.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 141:7 Here appeareth that David was miraculously delivered out of many deaths, as 2 Cor. 1:9, 10.

They will say, “As one plows(A) and breaks up the earth,(B)
    so our bones have been scattered at the mouth(C) of the grave.”

But my eyes are fixed(D) on you, Sovereign Lord;
    in you I take refuge(E)—do not give me over to death.
Keep me safe(F) from the traps set by evildoers,(G)
    from the snares(H) they have laid for me.

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