Song of Songs 2:9-17

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.

14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

15Catch the foxes for us  — the little foxes that ruin the vineyards — for our vineyards are in bloom.

16My love is mine and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.

17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn around, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the divided mountains.