Song of Solomon 2:7-11

⁷I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or 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 gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.

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

¹¹For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone: