Song of Songs 2:7

“I am black but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.

“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.”

“I call you to solemnly swear, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, What will you tell him? Tell him that I am sick with love.”

“I call you to solemnly swear, O daughters of Jerusalem, Why should you arouse or awaken my love Until she pleases?”

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