Song of Solomon 2:7-11

⁷I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not, 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, showing himself through the lattice.

¹⁰My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

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