Deliver yourself like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter, and like a bird from the hand of the fowler.
In the Lord I seek refuge; how do you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain,
Our soul has escaped like a bird from the snare of the fowlers; the snare is broken, and we have escaped.
Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence.
Surely, in vain the net is spread in the sight of any bird;
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field: do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases.
My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, looking through the lattice.