Song of Solomon 8:14 YLT

¹²  My vineyard -- my own -- is before me, The thousand 'is' for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!

¹³  The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,

¹⁴  Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!