Song of Solomon 2:8–17

⁸Listen! My beloved!

Look! Here he comes,

leaping across the mountains,

bounding over the hills.^p

⁹My beloved is like a gazelle^q or a young stag.^r

Look! There he stands behind our wall,

gazing through the windows,

peering through the lattice.

¹⁰My beloved spoke and said to me,

“Arise, my darling,

my beautiful one, come with me.

¹¹See! The winter is past;

the rains are over and gone.

¹²Flowers appear on the earth;

the season of singing has come,

the cooing of doves

is heard in our land.

¹³The fig tree forms its early fruit;^s

the blossoming^t vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling;

my beautiful one, come with me.”

He

¹⁴My dove^u in the clefts of the rock,

in the hiding places on the mountainside,

show me your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.^v

¹⁵Catch for us the foxes,^w

the little foxes

that ruin the vineyards,^x

our vineyards that are in bloom.^y

She

¹⁶My beloved is mine and I am his;^z

he browses among the lilies.^a

¹⁷Until the day breaks

and the shadows flee,^b

turn, my beloved,^c

and be like a gazelle

or like a young stag^d

on the rugged hills.^de