7. I charge you, O ye virgins of Jerusalem, by the roes and by the hinds of the field that ye not awake nor stir up love, until he pleases.
8. The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9. My beloved is like a roe or a young hart; behold, he stands behind our wall; he looks through the windows, blossoming through the lattice.
10. My beloved spoke and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.