Song of Songs 2:8-17

New International Version

⁸Listen! My beloved!
    Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.^(A)
⁹My beloved is like a gazelle^(B) or a young stag.^(C)
    Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
    peering through the lattice.
¹⁰My beloved spoke and said to me,
    “Arise, my darling,
    my beautiful one, come with me.
¹¹See! The winter is past;
    the rains are over and gone.
¹²Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
    is heard in our land.
¹³The fig tree forms its early fruit;^(D)
    the blossoming^(E) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

He

¹⁴My dove^(F) in the clefts of the rock,
    in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.^(G)
¹⁵Catch for us the foxes,^(H)
    the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,^(I)
    our vineyards that are in bloom.^(J)

She

¹⁶My beloved is mine and I am his;^(K)
    he browses among the lilies.^(L)
¹⁷Until the day breaks
    and the shadows flee,^(M)
turn, my beloved,^(N)
    and be like a gazelle
or like a young stag^(O)
    on the rugged hills.^[a]^(P)

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Song of Songs 2:17 Or the hills of Bether

Song of Songs 4:8-15

New International Version

⁸Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,^(A)
    come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
    from the top of Senir,^(B) the summit of Hermon,^(C)
from the lions’ dens
    and the mountain haunts of leopards.
⁹You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;^(D)
    you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
    with one jewel of your necklace.^(E)
¹⁰How delightful^(F) is your love^(G), my sister, my bride!
    How much more pleasing is your love than wine,^(H)
and the fragrance of your perfume^(I)
    more than any spice!
¹¹Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
    milk and honey are under your tongue.^(J)
The fragrance of your garments
    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.^(K)
¹²You are a garden^(L) locked up, my sister, my bride;^(M)
    you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.^(N)
¹³Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates^(O)
    with choice fruits,
    with henna^(P) and nard,
¹⁴    nard and saffron,
    calamus and cinnamon,^(Q)
    with every kind of incense tree,
    with myrrh^(R) and aloes^(S)
    and all the finest spices.^(T)
¹⁵You are^[a] a garden^(U) fountain,^(V)
    a well of flowing water
    streaming down from Lebanon.

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Song of Songs 4:15 Or I am (spoken by She)

Song of Songs 8:1

New International Version

8 If only you were to me like a brother,
    who was nursed at my mother’s breasts!
Then, if I found you outside,
    I would kiss you,
    and no one would despise me.

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Song of Songs 8:1 in all English translations