Our soul's escaped, as a bird out of the fowler's snare; The snare asunder broken is, and we escaped are.
Assuredly he shall thee save, and give deliverance From subtile fowler's snare, and from the noisome pestilence.
Mine eyes upon the Lord continually are set: For he it is that shall bring forth my feet out of the net.
The righteous Lord did cut the cords of the ungodly crew.