Song of Songs 2:8-13

8The voice of my lover! Behold, he is coming— leaping over the mountains, springing over the hills!

9My lover is like a gazelle or a young buck among the stags. Look! He is standing behind our wall— gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.

10In response my lover said to me: “Get yourself up, my darling, my pretty one, and come, come!

11For behold, the winter has past, the rain is over, it has gone.

12Blossoms appear in the land, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.

13The fig tree ripens its early figs. The blossoming vines give off their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling, my pretty one, and come, come!