{To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.} In the LORD put I 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 are escaped.

As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

He maketh them also to skip like a calf; Lebanon and Sirion like a young unicorn.

Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;

There shall be an handful of corn in the earth upon the top of the mountains; the fruit thereof shall shake like Lebanon: and they of the city shall flourish like grass of the earth.

But made his own people to go forth like sheep, and guided them in the wilderness like a flock.

But turned back, and dealt unfaithfully like their fathers: they were turned aside like a deceitful bow.

And he built his sanctuary like high palaces, like the earth which he hath established for ever.

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.

My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

But ye shall die like men, and fall like one of the princes.

Make their nobles like Oreb, and like Zeeb: yea, all their princes as Zebah, and as Zalmunna:

Among the gods there is none like unto thee, O Lord; neither are there any works like unto thy works.

The mountains skipped like rams, and the little hills like lambs.

Ye mountains, that ye skipped like rams; and ye little hills, like lambs?

He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.