8 The snare which he knoweth not come to hym, and the takyng which he hidde take hym; and fall he in to the snare in that thing.9 But my soule schal fulli haue ioye in the Lord; and schal delite on his helthe.10 Alle my boonys schulen seie, Lord, who is lijk thee? Thou delyuerist a pore man fro the hond of his strengere; a nedi man and pore fro hem that diuersely rauischen hym.11 Wickid witnessis risynge axiden me thingis, whiche Y knewe not.