He sits in ambush in the villages; in hiding places he murders the innocent. His eyes stealthily watch for the helpless; he lurks in ambush like a lion in his thicket; he lurks that he may seize the poor; he seizes the poor when he draws him into his net. The helpless are crushed, sink down, and fall by his might. He says in his heart, "God has forgotten, he has hidden his face, he will never see it."
Lord, how clever is the Evil One? He sets his agents as wolves in sheep's clothing, as innocent diversions from the cares of life and as contemporary expressions of worshiping You. There they hide, seeking to snatch the un-alert from their place in the Kingdom and to rob them of their joy.