Song of Solomon 2:8–17

The Bride Adores Her Beloved

⁸The voice of my beloved!

Behold, he comes,

leaping ^yover the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

⁹My beloved is like ^za gazelle

or a young stag.

Behold, there he stands

behind our wall,

gazing through the windows,

looking through the lattice.

¹⁰My beloved speaks and says to me:

^a“Arise, my love, my beautiful one,

and come away,

¹¹for behold, the winter is past;

^bthe rain is over and gone.

^12cThe flowers appear on the earth,

the time of singing⁴ has come,

and the voice of ^dthe turtledove

is heard in our land.

^13eThe fig tree ripens its figs,

and ^fthe vines are in blossom;

they give forth fragrance.

^gArise, my love, my beautiful one,

and come away.

¹⁴O my ^hdove, in the ⁱclefts of the rock,

in the crannies of the cliff,

let me see your face,

let me ^jhear your voice,

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is ^klovely.

¹⁵Catch ^lthe foxes⁵ for us,

the little foxes

that spoil the vineyards,

^ffor our vineyards are in blossom.”

^16mMy beloved is mine, and I am his;

he ⁿgrazes⁶ among the lilies.

¹⁷Until ^othe day breathes

and ^pthe shadows flee,

turn, my beloved, be like ^qa gazelle

or a young stag on cleft mountains.⁷