6 His left hand is under my head,and his right arm embraces me.
7 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge youby the gazelles and the wild does of the field:do not stir up or awaken loveuntil the appropriate time.
8 Listen! My love is approaching.Look! Here he comes,leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 My love is like a gazelleor a young stag. Look, he is standing behind our wall,gazing through the windows,peering through the lattice.
10 My love calls to me:Arise, my darling.Come away, my beautiful one.
11 For now the winter is past;the rain has ended and gone away.
12 The blossoms appear in the countryside.The time of singing has come,and the turtledove’s cooing is heard in our land.