7. I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake love, till it pleases.
8. The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth through the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10. My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.