The nations are sunk down in the pit that they made: In the net which they hid is their own foot taken.
Create in me a clean heart, O God; And renew a right spirit within me.
Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the Lord, At the presence of the God of Jacob,
I shall not die, but live, And declare the works of Jehovah.
And ye shall see (it), and your heart shall rejoice, and your bones shall flourish like the tender grass: and the hand of Jehovah shall be known toward his servants; and he will have indignation against his enemies.