Salmos 141

Die Gottlosen müssen in ihr eigen Netz fallen miteinander, ich aber immer vorübergehen.

Como quien hiende y rompe la tierra, son esparcidos nuestros huesos á la boca de la sepultura.

Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

“As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.”