I lay down and slept; I woke again, for the Lord sustained me.

let the enemy pursue my soul and overtake it, and let him trample my life to the ground and lay my glory in the dust. Selah

my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.

Those who seek my life lay their snares; those who seek my hurt speak of ruin and meditate treachery all day long.

These things you have done, and I have been silent; you thought that I was one like yourself. But now I rebuke you and lay the charge before you.

They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, “Who can see them?”

At your rebuke, O God of Jacob, both rider and horse lay stunned.

They lay crafty plans against your people; they consult together against your treasured ones.

Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.

He lays the beams of his chambers on the waters; he makes the clouds his chariot; he rides on the wings of the wind;

Remember, O Lord, against the Edomites the day of Jerusalem, how they said, “Lay it bare, lay it bare, down to its foundations!”

You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.