124:7Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
1:10My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.
1:11If they say, Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent without cause:
1:12Let us swallow them up alive as the grave; and whole, as those that go down into the pit:
1:13We shall find all precious substance, we shall fill our houses with spoil:
1:14Cast in thy lot among us; let us all have one purse:
1:15My son, walk not thou in the way with them; refrain thy foot from their path:
1:16For their feet run to evil, and make haste to shed blood.
1:17Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of any bird.
7:23Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life.