Song of Solomon 2:9

⁷  I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and 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 roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

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

¹¹  For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;