They plan a snare for me
At the path of my ways,
They plan to capture me
And bring an end to my life,
Like a spider knitting its
Web to capture its prey,
But the simple ones are captured
And the wise ones decide which
Path to take, to avoid captivity,
So must I choose not to be the simple one,
But to be the prudent one,
To avoid being captured
In the snare of my enemies.