My kinsman is like a gazelle or a young hart on the mountains of Bethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.

Your two breasts are as two twin fawns, that feed among the lilies.

Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.

Make haste, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.

Drink waters out of your own vessels, and out of your own springing wells.

And a traveler came to the rich man, and he refused to take of his flocks and of his herds, to prepare for the traveler that came to him; and he took the poor man's lamb, and prepared it for the man that came to him.