Gazing

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.

So I was left alone, gazing at this great vision. No strength remained in me; my face grew deathly pale, and I was powerless.

We are not like Moses, who would put a veil over his face to keep the Israelites from gazing at the end of what was fading away.