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.
14. The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
15. The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
16. My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.
17. Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.
18. Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies, until the day rises and the shadows decline.
19. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.