2Song of Songs 2:9

7I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.Select Song of Songs 2:7

8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.Select Song of Songs 2:8

9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.Select Song of Songs 2:9

10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.Select Song of Songs 2:10

11For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;Select Song of Songs 2:11