⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁷ 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.