He puts my feet in shackles; he watches closely all my paths.’

He has blocked my way so I cannot pass, and has set darkness over my paths.

a hidden path no bird of prey knows – no falcon’s eye has spotted it.

They destroy my path; they succeed in destroying me without anyone assisting them.

Will you keep to the old path that evil men have walked –

When he imposed a limit for the rain, and a path for the thunderstorm,

A rope is hidden for him on the ground and a trap for him lies on the path.

There are those who rebel against the light; they do not know its ways and they do not stay on its paths.

Who carves out a channel for the heavy rains, and a path for the rumble of thunder,

And you put my feet in the stocks and you watch all my movements; you put marks on the soles of my feet.

that you may take them to their borders and perceive the pathways to their homes?

Such is the destiny of all who forget God; the hope of the godless perishes,

Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go into the wasteland and perish.

He deprives the leaders of the earth of their understanding; he makes them wander in a trackless desert waste.

My feet have followed his steps closely; I have kept to his way and have not turned aside.

For he has been thrown into a net by his feet and he wanders into a mesh.

They turn the needy from the pathway, and the poor of the land hide themselves together.

when my steps were bathed with butter and the rock poured out for me streams of olive oil!

On my right the young rabble rise up; they drive me from place to place, and build up siege ramps against me.

In what direction is lightning dispersed, or the east winds scattered over the earth?