Song of Songs 2:8-13

⁸The voice of my darling; lo! this darling cometh leaping in mountains, and skipping over little hills.

⁹My darling is like a capret, and a calf of harts; lo! he standeth behind our wall, and beholdeth by the windows, and looketh through the lattice.

¹⁰Lo! my darling speaketh to me, My love, my culver, my fair spousess, rise thou, haste thou, and come thou;

¹¹for winter is passed now, rain is gone, and is departed away.

¹²Flowers have appeared in our land, and the time of cutting is come; the voice of a turtle is heard in our land,

¹³the fig tree hath brought forth his buds; the vineries flowering have given their odour. My love, my fair spousess, rise thou, haste thou, and come thou.