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,