Song of Songs 2:8-10; Song of Songs 2:14; Song of Songs 2:16; Song of Songs 8:6-7
Listen! It's my lover: here he comes now, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Here he stands now, outside our wall, peering through the windows, peeking through the lattices.
My lover spoke and said to me, "Rise up, my dearest, my fairest, and go.
My dove—in the rock crevices, hidden in the cliff face— let me catch sight of you; let me hear your voice! The sound of your voice is sweet, and the sight of you is lovely."
I belong to my lover and he belongs to me— the one grazing among the lilies.
Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is as strong as death, passionate love unrelenting as the grave. Its darts are darts of fire— divine flame!
Rushing waters can't quench love; rivers can't wash it away. If someone gave all his estate in exchange for love, he would be laughed to utter shame.