Song.8.14

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.

Song.8.14

Run to me, dear lover. Come like a gazelle. Leap like a wild stag on the spice mountains.

Song.8.14

Make haste, my beloved, And be like a gazelle Or a young stag On the mountains of spices.

Song.8.14

Come quickly, my love! Move like a swift gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.