Song of Solomon 2:9-12

⁹My beloved is like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

¹⁰My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

¹¹For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath gone.

¹²The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,