And saying, Who will give me the wing-feather as a dove? I will fly away and settle down.
To the overseer; of David. In Jehovah I put my trust: how will ye say to my soul, Wander ye to your mountain, little bird?
And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly to the desert, to her place, where she is nourished there a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent.
Shall I lift up the wings of the dawn? shall I dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea?
My heart wandered; trembling made me afraid: the evening twilight of my desire he put to me for fear.