We have escaped like a bird from the snare of the fowlers;
The trap is broken and we have escaped.

In the Lord I take refuge [and put my trust];
How can you say to me, “Flee like a bird to your mountain;

He rained meat upon them like the dust,
And winged birds (quail) like the sand of the seas.

Therefore pride is their necklace;
Violence covers them like a garment [like a long, luxurious robe].

For my days have vanished in smoke,
And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.