Song of Songs 2:9-11

⁹My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.

¹⁰My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.

¹¹For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.