Song of Solomon 2:8–15
8 The voice of my beloved!
Look! Here ⌊he⌋h comes leaping upon the mountains,
bounding over the hills!
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or ⌊a young stag⌋.i
Look! ⌊He is⌋j standing behind our wall,
gazing ⌊through⌋k the window,
looking ⌊through⌋l the lattice.
10 My beloved answered and said to me,
“⌊Arise⌋,m my beloved! ⌊Come, my beauty⌋!n
11 For look! The winter is over;
⌊the rainy season⌋o ⌊has turned and gone away⌋.p
12 The blossoms ⌊appear⌋q ⌊in the land⌋;r
⌊the time of singings has arrived⌋;t
the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth her figs,
and the vines are in blossom; they give fragrance.
⌊Arise⌋,u my beloved! ⌊Come, my beauty⌋!”v
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock,
⌊in the secluded place⌋w x ⌊in the mountain⌋,y z
Let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
the little foxes destroying vineyards,
fora our vineyards are in blossom!