Song of Solomon 2:8-13

American Standard Version

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh,
Leaping upon the mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.
⁹ My beloved is like a ^[a]roe or a young hart:
Behold, he standeth behind our wall;
He looketh in at the windows;
He glanceth through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spake, 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 the ^[b]singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
¹³ The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs,
And the vines are in blossom;
They give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.