Song of Songs 2:9-17

9My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.

10My lover spoke to me, saying: “Arise, my darling; My beautiful one, come away with me!

11Look! The winter has passed, the winter rains are over and gone.

12The pomegranates have appeared in the land, the time for pruning and singing has come; the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13The fig tree has budded, the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance. Arise, come away my darling; my beautiful one, come away with me!”

14O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountain crags, 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 vineyard is in bloom.

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

17Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved – be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountain gorges.