6. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
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.
10. Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11. For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.