Bird of the heavens, and fish of the sea, Passing through the paths of the seas!

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

I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

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

The wild beast, and all cattle, Creeping thing, and winged bird,

And they turn back, And deal treacherously like their fathers, They have been turned like a deceitful bow,

There is none like Thee among the gods, O Lord, And like Thy works there are none.