Song of Solomon 2:6-15

⁶His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

⁷I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

⁸The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

⁹My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.

¹⁰My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:

¹²The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

¹³The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!

¹⁴My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁵Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.