save yourself like a gazelle from the hunter, like a bird from the hand of the fowler.
In the Lord I take refuge; how can you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the mountains,
We have escaped like a bird from the snare of the hunters; the snare is broken, and we have escaped.
For he will deliver you from the snare of the hunter and from the deadly pestilence;
For in vain is the net baited while the bird is looking on;
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the wild does: do not stir up or awaken love until it is ready!
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice.