7. Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it delights.
8. The voice of my lover! Behold, he is coming— leaping over the mountains, springing over the hills!
9. My lover is like a gazelle or a young buck among the stags. Look! He is standing behind our wall— gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10. In response my lover said to me: “Get yourself up, my darling, my pretty one, and come, come!