Song of Songs 2:8-14

⁸There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, jumping over the hills.

⁹My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag; look, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.

¹⁰My beloved spoke to me and said, “Arise, my love; My beautiful one, come away with me.

¹¹Look, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

¹²The flowers have appeared in the land; the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come, and the sound of the doves is heard in our land.

¹³The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give off their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹⁴My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret clefts of the mountain crags, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”