Song of Songs 2:7, 9, 17

Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and wild deer, not to awaken love until the time is right.

My lover is like a swift gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he is behind the wall, looking through the window, peering into the room.

Before the dawn breezes blow and the night shadows flee, return to me, my love, like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.