Deliveryourselflike a gazellefrom [the hunter's] handAnd like a birdfrom the handof the fowler.
In the LORDI takerefuge;Howcan you sayto my soul,"Flee[as] a birdto your mountain;
Our soulhas escapedas a birdout of the snareof the trapper;The snareis brokenand we have escaped.
For it is He who deliversyou from the snareof the trapperAnd from the deadlypestilence.
Indeed,it is uselessto spreadthe [baited] netIn the sightof anybird;
"I adjureyou, O daughtersof Jerusalem,By the gazellesorby the hindsof the field,That you do not arouseor awaken[my] loveUntilshe pleases."
"My belovedis likea gazelleora youngstag.Behold,he is standingbehindour wall,He is lookingthroughthe windows,He is peeringthroughthe lattice.
