Song of Solomon 2:7-9

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

⁷ I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.

⁸ The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.