17 Until othe day breathes
and pthe shadows flee,
turn, my beloved, be like qa gazelle
or a young stag on cleft mountains.1
6 cUntil the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
I will go away to the mountain of dmyrrh
and the hill of dfrankincense.
4 g“Prepare war against her;
arise, and let us attack hat noon!
Woe to us, for the day declines,
for the shadows of evening lengthen!