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.

⁶ Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, Leaping on the mountains, Skipping on the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

¹⁴ Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!

⁷⁸ Because of the tender mercy of our God, Whereby the dawn from on high will visit us,

¹² The night is far gone, and the day is near. Let's therefore throw off the works of darkness, and let's put on the armor of light.

⁵ who serve a copy and shadow of the heavenly things, even as Moses was warned by God when he was about to make the tabernacle, for he said, "See, you shall make everything according to the pattern that was shown to you on the mountain."

¹ For the law, having a shadow of the good to come, not the very image of the things, can never with the same sacrifices year by year, which they offer continually, make perfect those who draw near.

¹⁹ We have the more sure word of prophecy; whereunto you do well that you take heed, as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns, and the day star arises in your hearts: