In ill encourage they themselves, and their snares close do lay: Together conference they have; Who shall them see? they say.
The proud for me a snare have hid, and cords; yea, they a net Have by the way-side for me spread; they gins for me have set.
He thus hath said within his heart, The Lord hath quite forgot; He hides his countenance, and he for ever sees it not.
Yet say they, God it shall not see, nor God of Jacob know.
Behold, they belch out with their mouth, and in their lips are swords: For they do say thus, Who is he that now doth hear our words?
Our soul's escaped, as a bird out of the fowler's snare; The snare asunder broken is, and we escaped are.