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

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.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

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