Song of Songs 2:9

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

For at the window of my house I looked out through my lattice,

“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.”

“Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle Or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.”

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