Free yourself, like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter, like a bird from the snare of the fowler.
Surely He will deliver you from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly plague.
We have escaped like a bird from the snare of the fowler; the net is torn, and we have slipped away.
How futile it is to spread the net where any bird can see it!
For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain