Song of Solomon 2:8–17

⁸The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh

Leaping ^supon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁹My beloved is ^tlike a roe or a ^tuyoung hart:

Behold, he standeth behind our wall,

He ^vlooketh forth at the windows,

^†Shewing himself through the lattice.

¹⁰My beloved ^wspake, and said unto me,

^xRise up, ^dmy love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹For, lo, the winter is past,

The rain is over and gone;

¹²The flowers appear on the earth;

The time of the singing of birds is come,

And the voice of the ^yturtle is heard in our land;

¹³The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,

And the vines with the ^ztender grape give a ^zzgood smell.

^aArise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹⁴O ^bmy dove, ^cthat art ^din the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the ^estairs,

Let me see thy countenance, ^flet me hear thy voice;

For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is ^gcomely.

¹⁵Take us the ^hfoxes,

The little foxes, that spoil the vines:

For our vines have ^ztender grapes.

¹⁶ⁱMy beloved is mine, and I am his:

He ^kfeedeth among the lilies.

^17lUntil the day break, and the shadows flee away,

Turn, my beloved,

And ^mbe thou like a roe or a young hart

Upon the mountains ^||of ⁿBether.