עֹ֫פֶר

My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.

Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!