^{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 in at the windows; He glanceth 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-dove is heard in our land;

^{13 Ref} The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

^{14 Ref} O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, 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 vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.

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

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