Song of Solomon 2:7-10

⁷I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

⁸The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.

⁹My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.

¹⁰My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.