Song of Songs 2:8-13

8The voiceH6963 of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountainsH2022, Skipping upon the hillsH1389.

9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windowsH2474, Glancing through the lattice.

10My beloved spake and saidH559 unto me, RiseH6965 up, my love, my fair oneH3303, and come away.

11For behold, the winter is past, The rainH1653 is over, it is goneH1980:

12The flowers appearH7200 on the earthH776; The timeH6256 of singing is come, And the voiceH6963 of the turtle-dove is heardH8085 in our landH776;

13The fig-tree melloweth her winter figsH8384, And the vinesH1612 in bloom giveH5414 forth [their] fragrance. AriseH6965, my love, my fair oneH3303, and come away!