Song of Songs 2:9-17

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! 14My doveH3123, in the cleftsH2288 of the rockH5553, In the covert of the precipice, Let me seeH7200 thy countenance, let me hearH8085 thy voiceH6963; For sweetH6156 is thy voiceH6963, and thy countenance is comely. 15TakeH270 us the foxesH7776, The littleH6996 foxesH7776, that spoil the vineyardsH3754; For our vineyardsH3754 are in bloom. 16My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the liliesH7799, 17Until the dayH3117 dawn, and the shadows fleeH5127 awayH5437. TurnH5437, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountainsH2022 of Bether.