Escape like a gazelle from the hunter’s hand, like a bird from the snare of the fowler.
For He will rescue you from the hunter’s trap and from the deadly pestilence.
Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the snare of the trappers— the snare is broken, and we escaped!
Surely it is useless to spread a net in the eyes of all winged creatures!
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?
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.