Song of Songs 2:17

As a loving hind and a graceful doe, Let her breasts satisfy you at all times; Be intoxicated always with her love.

“Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, Indeed, so pleasant! Indeed, our couch is luxuriant!

“I call you to solemnly swear, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, That you do not arouse or awaken my love Until she pleases.”

“The voice of my beloved! Behold, he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, Jumping on the hills!

“My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he is standing behind our wall; He gazes through the windows; He is peering through the lattice.

“Until the day breathes And the shadows flee, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.

“Hurry, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young stag On the mountains of spices.”