Psalms 141:8

נִשְׁמְטוּ בִֽידֵי־סֶלַע שֹׁפְטֵיהֶם וְשָׁמְעוּ אֲמָרַי כִּי נָעֵֽמוּ

Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock; And they shall hear my words, that they are sweet.

כְּמוֹ פֹלֵחַ וּבֹקֵעַ בָּאָרֶץ נִפְזְרוּ עֲצָמֵינוּ לְפִי שְׁאֽוֹל

As when one cleaveth and breaketh up the earth, Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth.

שָׁמְרֵנִי מִידֵי פַח יָקְשׁוּ לִי וּמֹקְשׁוֹת פֹּעֲלֵי אָֽוֶן

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.

יִפְּלוּ בְמַכְמֹרָיו רְשָׁעִים יַחַד אָנֹכִי עַֽד־אֶעֱבֽוֹר

Let the wicked fall into their own nets, Whilst I withal escape.