Song of Solomon 2:8–17

Springtime Rhapsody

⁸The voice of my beloved!

Look, he comes,

leaping upon the mountains,

bounding over the hills.^*

⁹My beloved is like a gazelle

or a young stag.

Look, there he stands

behind our wall,

gazing in at the windows,

looking through the lattice.^*

¹⁰My beloved speaks and says to me:

“Arise, my love, my fair one,

and come away,^*

¹¹for now the winter is past,

the rain is over and gone.

¹²The flowers appear on the earth;

the time of singing has come,

and the voice of the turtledove

is heard in our land.^*

¹³The fig tree puts forth its figs,

and the vines are in blossom;

they give forth fragrance.

Arise, my love, my fair one,

and come away.^*

¹⁴O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the covert of the cliff,

let me see your face;

let me hear your voice,

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.^*

¹⁵Catch us the foxes,

the little foxes,

that ruin the vineyards—

for our vineyards are in blossom.”^*

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his;

he pastures his flock among the lilies.^*

¹⁷Until the day breathes

and the shadows flee,

turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle

or a young stag on the cleft mountains.^c*