Song of Solomon 2:17 ASV

¹⁵  Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶  My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth 'his flock' among the lilies.

¹⁷  Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.