Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them? They die, and that without wisdom.
And if (my head) exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.
Pluck me out of the net that they have laid privily for me; For thou art my stronghold.
For every beast of the forest is mine, And the cattle upon a thousand hills.