Song of Songs 2:9-17

9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, there he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, looking through the lattice.

10My beloved speaks and says to me: "Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away,

11for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

12The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13The fig tree ripens its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

14O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies 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 spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom."

16My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.

17Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on cleft mountains.