¹⁷ Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.

⁶ Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

⁸ The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.

⁹ My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.

¹⁴ Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.

⁷⁸ Because of the loving mercies of our God, by which the dawn from heaven has come to us,

¹² The night is far gone, and the day is near: so let us put off the works of the dark, arming ourselves with light,

⁵ Being servants of that which is a copy and an image of the things in heaven, as Moses, when he was about to make the Tent, had special orders from God: for, See, he said, that you make everything like the design which you saw in the mountain.

¹ For the law, being only a poor copy of the future good things, and not the true image of those things, is never able to make the people who come to the altar every year with the same offerings completely clean.

¹⁹ And so the words of the prophets are made more certain; and it is well for you to give attention to them as to a light shining in a dark place, till the dawn comes and the morning star is seen in your hearts;