Song of Solomon 2:8–17

⁸Listen! My love is approaching.

Look! Here he comes,

leaping over the mountains,^f

bounding over the hills.

⁹My love is like a gazelle

or a young stag.^g

See, he is standing behind our wall,

gazing through the windows,

peering through the lattice.

¹⁰My love calls to me:

Man

Arise,^h my darling.

Come away, my beautiful one.

¹¹For now the winter is past;

the rain has ended and gone away.

¹²The blossoms appear in the countryside.

The time of singing^J has come,

and the turtledove’s cooing is heard in our land.ⁱ

¹³The fig tree ripens its figs;^j

the blossoming vines give off their fragrance.^k

Arise, my darling.

Come away, my beautiful one.

¹⁴My dove,^l in the clefts of the rock,^m

in the crevices of the cliff,

let me see your face,^A

let me hear your voice;ⁿ

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.^o

Woman^B

¹⁵Catch the foxes for us^p—

the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—

for our vineyards are in bloom.^q

Woman

¹⁶My love is mine and I am his;^r

he feeds among the lilies.

¹⁷Until the day breaks^C

and the shadows flee,

turn around, my love, and be like a gazelle

or a young stag^s on the divided mountains.^Dt