And I say, `Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, `They moved `to' Thy mountain for the bird?
I take the wings of morning, I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea,
Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to me,
and there were given to the woman two wings of the great eagle, that she may fly to the wilderness, to her place, where she is nourished a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent;