48:28 Leave your towns, you inhabitants of Moab.
Go and live in the cliffs.
Be like a dove that makes its nest
high on the sides of a ravine.
For the music director; by David.
11:1 In the Lord I have taken shelter.
How can you say to me,
“Flee to a mountain like a bird!
55:6 I say,
I would fly away and settle in a safe place!
16:2 At the fords of the Arnon
the Moabite women are like a bird
that flies about when forced from its nest.