Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.
Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.
Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength; And he maketh my feet like hinds' (feet), And will make me to walk upon my high places.