My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.