Free yourself, like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter, like a bird from the snare of the fowler.
Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.
For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly pestilence.
For in vain is the net spread in the sight of any bird:
I adjure you, daughters of Yerushalayim, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
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.