My lover is like a gazelle, like a young stag. There he stands beside the wall. He looks in through the window and glances through the lattice.

Your breasts are like gazelles, twin deer feeding among lilies.

Your breasts are like twin deer, like two gazelles.

Come to me, my lover, like a gazelle, like a young stag on the mountains where spices grow.

Be faithful to your own wife and give your love to her alone.

One day a visitor arrived at the rich man's home. The rich man didn't want to kill one of his own animals to fix a meal for him; instead, he took the poor man's lamb and prepared a meal for his guest."