Song of Songs 2:14-17

14O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies 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 spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom."

16My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.

17Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on cleft mountains.