12. For he that maketh inquisition for blood remembereth them: he forgetteth not the cry of the poor.
13. Have mercy upon me, O Lord; behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;
14. That I may shew forth all thy praise: in the gates of the daughter of Zion, I will rejoice in thy salvation.
15. The nations are sunk down in the pit that they made: in the net which they hid is their own foot taken.