8 I hear my lover's voice.He comes running over the mountains,racing across the hills to me.
9 My lover is like a gazelle,like a young stag.There he stands beside the wall.He looks in through the windowand glances through the lattice.
10 My lover speaks to me.Come then, my love;my darling, come with me.
11 The winter is over; the rains have stopped;
12 in the countryside the flowers are in bloom.This is the time for singing;the song of doves is heard in the fields.
13 Figs are beginning to ripen;the air is fragrant with blossoming vines.Come then, my love;my darling, come with me.
14 You are like a dove that hidesin the crevice of a rock.Let me see your lovely faceand hear your enchanting voice.