SONG OF SONGS 2:7-10

⁷I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it 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 sheweth himself through the lattice.

¹⁰My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.