Be delivered as a roe from the hand, And as a bird from the hand of a fowler.

Till an arrow doth split his liver, As a bird hath hastened unto a snare, And hath not known that it is for its life.

Surely in vain is the net spread out before the eyes of any bird.

As a bird by wandering, as a swallow by flying, So reviling without cause doth not come.

As a bird wandering from her nest, So is a man wandering from his place.