אֶבְרָה

As an eagle that stirs up her nest, that flutters over her young, he spread abroad his wings, he took them, he bore them on his feathers.

“The wings of the ostrich wave proudly; but are they the feathers and plumage of love?

while you sleep among the camp fires, the wings of a dove sheathed with silver, her feathers with shining gold.

He will cover you with his feathers. Under his wings you will take refuge. His faithfulness is your shield and rampart.