Free yourself, like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter, like a bird from the snare of the fowler.
In the Lord I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain.
We have escaped like a bird from the fowler’s snare; the snare has been broken, and we have escaped.
Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.
How useless to spread a net where every bird can see it!
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.