⁵ Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.

³ For He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.

⁷ Our soul as a bird hath escaped from a snare of fowlers, The snare was broken, and we have escaped.

¹ To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?

¹⁷ Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.