Song of Solomon 2:8-17 ▼

8 Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, He peereth through the lattice.

10 My beloved spoke, and said unto me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11 For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone;

12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

13 The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.'

15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.'

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his, That feedeth among the lilies.

17 Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.