Song of Solomon 2:9-12

⁹My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh forth at the windows, Shewing himself through the lattice.

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

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

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