Flee, my beloved, and liken yourself to a gazelle
Or to a fawn of the hinds on the spice mountains.
And Elkanah went to Ramah, to his house
And the child was serving the Lord before Eli the priest.
They afflicted his foot with fetters;
His soul was placed in irons.
You abrogated the covenant of Your servant;
Why is his chariot late in coming?
Why tarry the strides of his chariots?
I cause death and grant life.
I strike, but I heal,
And no one can rescue from My Hand!
And I have consumed them,
And I have crushed them that they cannot rise;
Yes, they are fallen under my feet.
You profaned his crown to the ground.
Until His word came, the saying of the Lord purified him.
A king sent and released him,
A ruler of peoples [sent] and loosed his bonds.