Song of Songs 2:8-13

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

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

10My beloved spoke, and said to me: “Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away.

11For lo, 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 puts forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grapes Give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away!