Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.
For among my people are found wicked men: they lay wait, as he that setteth snares; they set a trap, they catch men.
Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
If they say, Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent without cause: