Song of Solomon 2:7-15

⁷I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

⁸The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.

⁹My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.

¹⁰My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

¹²The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;

¹³The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹⁴O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

¹⁵Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.