Escape like a gazelle from the hunter’s hand, like a bird from the snare of the fowler.
For the music director, a psalm of David. In Adonai I have taken shelter. How can you say to my soul: “Fly like a bird to your mountain?
Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the snare of the trappers— the snare is broken, and we escaped!
For He will rescue you from the hunter’s trap and from the deadly pestilence.
Surely it is useless to spread a net in the eyes of all winged creatures!
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it delights.
My lover is like a gazelle or a young buck among the stags. Look! He is standing behind our wall— gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.