Song of Solomon 2:7, 9, 17

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, there he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, looking through the lattice.

Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on cleft mountains.