8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, Leaping on the mountains, Skipping on the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful 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 has come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.