Song of Solomon 2:6-10

⁶His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

⁷I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

⁸The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁹My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh forth at the windows, Shewing himself through the lattice.

¹⁰My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.