אַיָּלָה

Naphtali is a doe set free that bears beautiful fawns.

He makes my feet like those of a deer and stations me upon the heights.

“Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn?

He makes my feet like those of a deer and stations me upon the heights.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my words of groaning?

The voice of the LORD twists the oaks and strips the forests bare. And in His temple all cry, “Glory!”

A loving doe, a graceful fawn—may her breasts satisfy you always; may you be captivated by her love forever.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.

Even the doe in the field deserts her newborn fawn because there is no grass.

GOD the Lord is my strength; He makes my feet like those of a deer; He makes me walk upon the heights! For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments.