And I said, Who will give to me wings like a dove? I would fly away and be at rest.
To the chief musician. A Psalm of David. I sought refuge in Jehovah; how can you say to my soul, Flee like a bird to your hill.
If I take the wings of the morning, dwelling in the uttermost part of the sea,
My heart wanders; terror overwhelms me; the twilight of my pleasure has turned into a fear.
And two wings of the great eagle were given to the woman, that she might fly into the wilderness, to her place, where she is nourished there a time, and times, and half a time, away from the serpent’s face.