Song of Songs 2:14-17

14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

15Catch the foxes for us  — the little foxes that ruin the vineyards — for our vineyards are in bloom.

16My love is mine and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.

17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn around, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the divided mountains.