Song of Solomon 2:8-15

⁸The voice of my friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.

⁹My friend is like a roebuck or the fawn of the hinds: behold, there he standeth behind our wall, looking in at the windows, seeing through the lattice.

¹⁰My friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.

¹¹For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.

¹²The flowers are seen in the land; the time of the birds' singing is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

¹³The fig-tree perfumeth its green figs, and the vines with young grapes give forth a pleasant smell. Arise thee, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.

¹⁴O my dove, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the recesses of the cliffs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is comely.—

¹⁵Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.