Song of Solomon 2:7-9

American Standard Version

⁷ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the ^[a]roes, or by the hinds of the field,
That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
Until ^[b]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 ^[c]roe or a young hart:
Behold, he standeth behind our wall;
He looketh in at the windows;
He glanceth through the lattice.