H1730G–דּוֹד–dod

Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee; there thy mother was in travail with thee; there was she in travail and brought thee forth.

דּוֹדָ֑הּ (דּוֹדָ֑) do.Da “lover”

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a gazelle or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.

דּוֹדִ֗י (דּוֹדִ֗) do.D “O lover”