8. The voice of my beloved!Look, he comesleaping over the mountains,bounding over the hills.
9. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows,looking through the lattice.
10. My beloved speaks and says to me: “Rise up, my love,my fair one, and come away.
11. For now the winter has past;the rain is over and gone.
12. The flowers appear on the earth;the time of singing has come,and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13. The fig tree puts forth its green figs,and the vines their blossoms;and they give forth fragrance.Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
14. O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,in the secret places of the cliffs,let me see your face,let me hear your voice;for your voice is sweet,and your face is lovely.
15. Catch the foxes for us,the little foxesthat spoil the vineyards,for our vineyards are in blossom.”
16. My beloved is mine, and I am his;he feeds his flock among the lilies.
17. Until the day breathesand the shadows flee,turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on the cleft mountains.