^{8 Ref} The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

^{9 Ref} My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

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

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

^{12 Ref} The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

^{13 Ref} The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

^{14 Ref} O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

^{15 Ref} Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

^{16 Ref} My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

^{17 Ref} Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.