¹⁷ Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. [1]

¹⁷ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,
turn, my beloved,
and be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.

¹⁷ Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.