Oh, who can recognize these hidden nets and be delivered from them? The nets are many, the nets are various, the nets are everywhere, the nets are hidden and invisible. They are nets for our misery and destruction.
Who can see them and turn aside from them, unless Thou, O Lord, revealest them and preservest us from them by Thy all-powerful right hand?
Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour (1 Pet 5:8).
He who dwells in the help of the Most High shall abide in the shelter of the God of heaven. He shall say to the Lord: Thou art my defender and my refuge, my God, and I will hope in Him. For He shall deliver thee from the snare of the hunter (Ps 90:1-3).
Unto Thee, O Lord, O Lord, are mine eyes. In Thee have I hoped. Take not away my soul. Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the stumbling blocks of those who work iniquity (Ps 140:8-9).
On this path in which I walked, they hid a snare for me. I looked to the right and saw: there was no one who knew me. There was nowhere for me to flee, and no one cared for my soul.
I cried to Thee, O Lord, and said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living. Attend to my supplication, for I am greatly humbled. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they have grown stronger than I (Ps 141:4-6).
Keep me, O Lord, from the hand of the sinner. Deliver me from unrighteous men, who have planned to trip my steps. The proud have hidden a snare for me. With cords they have made a net for my feet. They have set stumbling blocks for me on the path.
I said to the Lord: Thou art my God. Hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplication. O Lord, O Lord, the strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
Do not hand me over, O Lord, to the sinner, away from my desire. They have plotted against me. Do not forsake me, lest they be exalted (Ps 139:4-9).
Do not give to beasts the soul that confesses Thee (Ps 73:19), that I may sing to Thee a song of thanksgiving: Blessed is the Lord, who has not given us as prey to their teeth. Our soul has been delivered like a bird from the snare of the hunters. The snare is broken, and we have been delivered.
Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth (Ps 123:6-8).