Song of Solomon 2:8-17 ▼

8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, this—he is coming, || Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

9 My beloved [is] like to a roe, || Or to a young one of the harts. Behold, this—he is standing behind our wall, || Looking from the windows, || Blooming from the lattice.

10 My beloved has answered and said to me, || “Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come away,

11 For behold, the winter has passed by, || The rain has passed away—it has gone.

12 The flowers have appeared in the earth, || The time of the singing has come, || And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,

13 The fig tree has ripened her green figs, || And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, || Rise, come, my friend, my beautiful one, indeed, come away.

14 My dove, in clefts of the rock, || In a secret place of the ascent, || Cause me to see your appearance, || Cause me to hear your voice, || For your voice [is] sweet, and your appearance lovely.”

15 Seize for us foxes, || Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, || Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

16 My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, || Who is delighting among the lilies,

17 Until the day breaks forth, || And the shadows have fled away, || Turn, be like, my beloved, || To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, || On the mountains of separation!