Song of Solomon 2:8-17 ▼

8 The voice of my beloved! Look! He's coming, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

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

10 My beloved spoke to me: |Get up, my darling, my beautiful one, and come on.

11 Look! Winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

12 Blossoms have appeared in the land. The season of songbirds has arrived, and cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.

13 The fig tree has produced its fruit, the grapevines have blossomed and exude their fragrance. |Get up, my darling, my beautiful one, and come on.

14 My dove, in the hidden places of the rocks, in the secret places of the cliffs, show me your form, and let me hear your voice. For your voice is pleasant, and your shape is lovely.

15 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom.|

16 My beloved belongs to me and I belong to him. He is the one who shepherds his flock among the lilies.

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