Song of Songs 2:6-12

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;

¹¹for winter is passed now, rain is gone, and is departed away.

¹²Flowers have appeared in our land, and the time of cutting is come; the voice of a turtle is heard in our land,