H1730G–דּוֹד–dod

Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.

דּוֹדָ֑הּ (דּוֹדָ֑) do.Da “lover”

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

דּוֹדִ֗י (דּוֹדִ֗) do.D “O lover”