Song of Solomon 8:14

Away, my kinsman, and be like a doe or a fawn on the mountains of spices.

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!

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