¹⁵ Catch the foxes for us,
    the little foxes
that ruin our vineyards,
    for our vineyards are blossoming.

¹⁶ My beloved belongs to me, and I am his;^[a]
    he pastures his flock among the lilies.
¹⁷ Before the dawn^[b] comes,
    and the shadows flee,
return, my beloved,
    like a gazelle or a young stag
    upon the mountains of the covenant.