Make yourself free, like the roe from the hand of the archer, and the bird from him who puts a net for her.
For the chief music-maker. Of David. In the Lord put I my faith; how will you say to my soul, Go in flight like a bird to the mountain?
Our soul has gone free like a bird out of the net of those who would take her: the net is broken, and we are free.
He will take you out of the bird-net, and keep you safe from wasting disease.
Truly, to no purpose is the net stretched out before the eyes of the bird:
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.