Song of Solomon 2:7-9

⁷I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until 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 in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.