My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:\par\tab Behold, he standeth behind our wall;\par\tab He looketh in at the windows;\par\tab He glanceth through the lattice.\par
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,\par\tab Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart\par\tab Upon the mountains of Bether.\par
And there came a traveller unto the rich man, and he spared to take of his own flock and of his own herd, to dress for the wayfaring man that was come unto him, but took the poor man's lamb, and dressed it for the man that was come to him.