צֵלֶל

The lotus plants conceal him in their shade; the willows of the brook surround him.

Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.

Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

‘Prepare for battle against her; rise up, let us attack at noon. Woe to us, for the daylight is fading; the evening shadows grow long.