{To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we have escaped.

And he clothed himself with cursing like his vestment; so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones;