The strange children shall fail, and be afraid out of their prisons. {TYNDALE: And the aliens that shrink away shall tremble for fear in their defended places.}

You brought us into prison. You laid a burden on our backs.

Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me, and made me to be abhorred of them. I am so fast in prison that I cannot get forth.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise your name: the righteous shall surround me; for you shall deal bountifully with me.

who helpeth them to right that suffer wrong; who feedeth the hungry. The LORD looseth men out of prison;