He is leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
or a young stag.
Look, there he is behind the wall,
looking through the window,
peering into the room.
“Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!
and the rains are over and gone.
the season of singing birds* has come,
and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.
and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.
Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!”
2:12 Or the season of pruning vines.