Song of Solomon 2:8-17 ▼

8 “The voice of my beloved! Behold, he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, Jumping on the hills!

9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he is standing behind our wall; He gazes through the windows; He is peering through the lattice.

10 “My beloved answered and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along.

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

12 The flowers have appeared in the land; The time for pruning has arrived; And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

13 The fig tree has ripened its figs, And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance. Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along!’”

14 “O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret place of the steep pathway, Let me see your appearance, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your appearance is lovely.”

15 “Seize the foxes for us, The little foxes that are wreaking destruction on the vineyards, While our vineyards are in blossom.”

16 “My beloved is mine, and I am his, He who shepherds his flock among the lilies.

17 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle Or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.”