Song of Songs 2:8-13

8Listen! My love is approaching. Look! Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

9My love is like a gazelle or a young stag. See, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.

10My love calls to me: Arise, my darling. Come away, my beautiful one.

11For now the winter is past; the rain has ended and gone away.

12The blossoms appear in the countryside. The time of singing has come, and the turtledove’s cooing is heard in our land.

13The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines give off their fragrance. Arise, my darling. Come away, my beautiful one.