Song of Songs 2:8-15
New International Version
8 Listen! My beloved!
Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
bounding over the hills.(A)
9 My 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.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me,
“Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, come with me.
11 See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
12 Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;(D)
the blossoming(E) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.”
14 My 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)
15 Catch for us the foxes,(H)
the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,(I)
our vineyards that are in bloom.(J)