^{8 Ref} The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.

^{9 Ref} My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.

^{10 Ref} My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

^{11 Ref} For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

^{12 Ref} The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;

^{13 Ref} The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.

^{14 Ref} O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

^{15 Ref} Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.

^{16 Ref} My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.

^{17 Ref} Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.