Song of Solomon 2:10 WEB

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.