Song of Solomon 2:7-11

⁷I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor excite my love, till it please to come of itself.—

⁸The voice of my friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.

⁹My friend is like a roebuck or the fawn of the hinds: behold, there he standeth behind our wall, looking in at the windows, seeing through the lattice.

¹⁰My friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.

¹¹For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.