Song of Solomon 2:10 ASV

⁸  The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

⁹  My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.

¹⁰  My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹  For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;

¹²  The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing 'of birds' is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;