Song of Solomon 2:17 WEB

¹⁵  Catch for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved

¹⁶  My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

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