Song of Songs 2:8-15

Modern English Version

⁸ The voice of my beloved!
    Look, he comes
leaping over the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.
⁹ My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
    Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows,
    looking through the lattice.
¹⁰ My beloved speaks and says to me:
    “Rise up, my love,
    my fair one, and come away.
¹¹ For now the winter has past;
    the rain is over and gone.
¹² The flowers appear on the earth;
    the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
¹³ The fig tree puts forth its green figs,
    and the vines their blossoms;
and they give forth fragrance.
    Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹⁴ O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
    in the secret places of the cliffs,
let me see your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.
¹⁵ Catch the foxes for us,
    the little foxes
that spoil the vineyards,
    for our vineyards are in blossom.”