9. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind the wall of our house, he looks in through the windows, he glances through the lattice.
10. My beloved speaks and says to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11. For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13. The fig tree puts forth and ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.