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.
10Lo! my darling speaketh to me, My love, my culver, my fair spousess, rise thou, haste thou, and come thou;