7 Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.
8 Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
9 My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag.
10 Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
11 Lo, my beloved speaks to me:
12 Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
13 For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.