Cantares 8

O my welbeloued, flee away, and be like vnto the roe, or to the yong harte vpon ye mountaines of spices.

Huye, amado mío; y sé semejante al gamo, ó al cervatillo, sobre las montañas de los aromas.

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

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