The Song of Solomon 2:14-17

¹⁴Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.

¹⁵Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.

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

¹⁷Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.