Song of Solomon 2:8 DBY

⁶  His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

⁷  I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.

⁸  The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

⁹  My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.

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