Song of Solomon 2:9 YLT

⁷  I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

⁸  The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹  My beloved 'is' like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

¹⁰  My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

¹¹  For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away -- it hath gone.