Song of Songs 2:14-17

14My doveH3123, in the cleftsH2288 of the rockH5553, In the covert of the precipice, Let me seeH7200 thy countenance, let me hearH8085 thy voiceH6963; For sweetH6156 is thy voiceH6963, and thy countenance is comely. 15TakeH270 us the foxesH7776, The littleH6996 foxesH7776, that spoil the vineyardsH3754; For our vineyardsH3754 are in bloom. 16My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the liliesH7799, 17Until the dayH3117 dawn, and the shadows fleeH5127 awayH5437. TurnH5437, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountainsH2022 of Bether.