Song of Songs 2:8-13

8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.

10My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:

12The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

13The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!