For at the window of my house I looked through my lattice,
And it came to be, when he had been there a long time, that Aḇ
And it came to be, when the ark of יהוה came into the City of Dawiḏ
To guard you against the strange woman, Against the foreigner who flatters with her words.
My beloved is like a gazelle or like a young stag. See, he is standing behind our wall, Looking through the windows, Peering through the lattice.
“Through the window the mother of Sisera looked, and cried out through the lattice, ‘Why does his chariot delay to come? Why have the steps of his chariots tarried?’