8: The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9: 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: My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11: For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

12: 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: 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.