The Song of Solomon
Oh my dove, thou art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his, he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him but found him not.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him but I found him not.
The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
It was but a little that I passed from them , but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into of her that conceived me. I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.