Song of Solomon 2:6-8

International Standard Version

⁶I wish that his left hand were under my head,
    and that his right hand were embracing me!
⁷Swear to me, young women of Jerusalem,
    by the gazelles or by the does of the field,
that you won’t awaken or arouse love
    before its proper time!^[a]

⁸The voice of my beloved!
Look! He’s coming,
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.