Proverbs 6:5

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Deliver thyself as a roe from the hand of the hunter, And as a bird from the hand of the fowler.

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Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, And from the noisome pestilence.

Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: The snare is broken, and we are escaped.

Surely in vain the net is spread In the sight of any bird.

In the LORD put I my trust: How say ye to my soul, flee as a bird to your mountain?

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Till he please.

My beloved is like a roe Or a young hart: Behold, he standeth Behind our wall, He looketh forth at the windows, Shewing himself through the lattice.