Song of Solomon 2:8-17 ▼

8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young roe; behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks through the windows, bending himself over the lattice.

10 My beloved spoke and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful 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 pruning has come, and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in our land;

13 The fig tree puts forth its green figs, and the vines with tender shoots give fragrance. Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come away.

14 O my dove, who nests in the clefts of the rock and in the secret places of the hedge, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.

15 Let us catch the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vines have tender shoots.

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.

17 Until the day cools and the shadows flee away, turn my beloved and be like a gazelle or a young hart upon the fragrant mountains.