¹³ Be gracious to me, O Eternal One.
    Notice the harm I have suffered because of my enemies,
    You who carry me safely away from death’s door,
¹⁴ So that I may rehearse Your deeds, declare Your praise,
    and rejoice in Your rescue
    when I take my stand in the gates of Zion.

¹⁵ The nations have fallen into the pit they dug for others,
    their own feet caught, snared by the net they hid.