8. Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
9. My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag.
10. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
11. Lo, my beloved speaks to me:
12. Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
13. For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.