12. When he enquireth after blood,he then rememb'reth them:The humble folk he not forgetsthat call upon his name.
13. Lord, pity me; behold the griefwhich I from foes sustain;Ev'n thou, who from the gates of deathdost raise me up again;
14. That I, in Sion's daughters' gates,may all thy praise advance;And that I may rejoice alwaysin thy deliverance.
15. The heathen are sunk in the pitwhich they themselves prepar'd;And in the net which they have hidtheir own feet fast are snar'd.
16. The Lord is by the judgment knownwhich he himself hath wrought:The sinners' hands do make the snareswherewith themselves are caught.
17. They who are wicked into helleach one shall turned be;And all the nations that forgetto seek the Lord most high.