Proverbs 6:5

A Conservative Version

Deliver thyself as a roe from the hand, and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.

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For he will deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly pestilence.

Our soul has escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.

For in vain is the net spread in the sight of any bird,

In LORD I take refuge. How will ye say to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.