he will certainly rescue you from the snare of the hunter and from the destructive plague.

But the eyes of the wicked fail, and escape eludes them; their one hope is to breathe their last.”

We escaped with our lives, like a bird from a hunter’s snare. The snare broke, and we escaped.

The fiery bellows of judgment burn fiercely. But there is too much dross to be removed. The process of refining them has proved useless. The wicked have not been purged.