⁸ I hear my lover's voice.
He comes running over the mountains,
    racing across the hills to me.
⁹ My lover is like a gazelle,
    like a young stag.
There he stands beside the wall.
He looks in through the window
    and glances through the lattice.
¹⁰ My lover speaks to me.

Come then, my love;
    my darling, come with me.
¹¹ The winter is over; the rains have stopped;
¹²     in the countryside the flowers are in bloom.
This is the time for singing;
    the song of doves is heard in the fields.
¹³ Figs are beginning to ripen;
    the air is fragrant with blossoming vines.
Come then, my love;
    my darling, come with me.
¹⁴ You are like a dove that hides
    in the crevice of a rock.
Let me see your lovely face
    and hear your enchanting voice.