Song of Solomon 2:8–17

⁸The voice of my beloved!

Behold, he comes,

leaping upon the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

⁹My beloved is like a gazelle,

or a young stag.

Behold, 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 lo, 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 comely.

¹⁵Catch us the foxes,

the little foxes,

that spoil 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 upon rugged mountains.