My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:
behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing
himself through the lattice.
BSB
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
WEB
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.
YLT
My beloved is like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this—he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.