My lover is mine, and I am his.

He feeds his flock among the lilies

until the morning breezes blow

and the darkness disappears.

Return my darling like a gazelle,

like a stag on the mountains of Bether.

Asleep on my bed, night after night

I dreamed of the one I love;

I was looking for him, but couldn't find him.

I went wandering through the city,

through its streets and alleys.

I looked for the one I love.

I looked, but couldn't find him.

The watchmen patrolling the city saw me.

I asked them, "Have you found my lover?"

As soon as I left them, I found him.

I held him and wouldn't let him go

until I took him to my mother's house,

to the room where I was born.

Promise me, women of Jerusalem;

swear by the swift deer and the gazelles

that you will not interrupt our love.

Song of Songs 2:16- 3:5