Song of Solomon 2:7-10

⁷I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.

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

⁹My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.

¹⁰Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.