{\b For the Chief Musician. {\i A Psalm} of David.}\par\par\tab In Jehovah do I take refuge:\par\tab How say ye to my soul,\par\tab Flee {\i as} a bird to your mountain;
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,\par\tab By the roes, or by the hinds of the field,\par\tab That ye stir not up, nor awake {\i my} love,\par\tab Until he please.\par
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:\par\tab Behold, he standeth behind our wall;\par\tab He looketh in at the windows;\par\tab He glanceth through the lattice.\par