⁸ The voice of my beloved!
    Behold, he comes,
leaping ^(A)over the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.
⁹ My beloved is like ^(B)a gazelle
    or a young stag.
Behold, there he stands
    behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
    looking through the lattice.
¹⁰ My beloved speaks and says to me:
^(C)“Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
    and come away,
¹¹ for behold, the winter is past;
    ^(D)the rain is over and gone.
^12 (E)The flowers appear on the earth,
    the time of singing^[a] has come,
and the voice of ^(F)the turtledove
    is heard in our land.
^13 (G)The fig tree ripens its figs,
    and ^(H)the vines are in blossom;
    they give forth fragrance.
^(I)Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
    and come away.