Song of Songs 2:5-9

⁵Beset ye me with flowers, en-compass ye me with apples; for I am sick for love.

⁶His left hand is under mine head; and his right hand shall embrace me.

⁷Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you greatly, by caprets, and harts of fields, that ye raise not, neither make to awake the dear-worthy spousess, till she will.

⁸The voice of my darling; lo! this darling cometh leaping in mountains, and skipping over little hills.

⁹My darling is like a capret, and a calf of harts; lo! he standeth behind our wall, and beholdeth by the windows, and looketh through the lattice.