SONG OF SONGS 2:14-17

¹⁴O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice: for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁵Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth his flock among the lilies.

¹⁷Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.