Song of Solomon 2:9-14

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,

¹³The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

¹⁴My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice is sweet, and thy appearance comely.