Oh, I wish I had wings like a dove. I would fly away and find a place to rest.
I trust in the Lord, so why did you tell me to run and hide? Why did you say, “Fly like a bird to your mountain?”
But the woman was given the two wings of a great eagle. Then she could fly to the place that was prepared for her in the desert. There she would be taken care of for three and a half years. There she would be away from the dragon.
If I go east where the sun rises or go to live in the west beyond the sea,
I am worried and shaking with fear. My pleasant evening has become a nightmare.