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 the net;
You laid a heavy burden [of servitude] on us.

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 thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

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