6. His left-hand is under my head,and his right-hand caresses me.
7. Promise me, women of Jerusalem;swear by the swift deer and the gazellesthat you will not interrupt our love.
8. I hear my lover's voice.He comes running over the mountains,racing across the hills to me.
9. My lover is like a gazelle,like a young stag.There he stands beside the wall.He looks in through the windowand glances through the lattice.