7 I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!
8 The voice of my beloved! Look! Here he comes leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills!
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! He is standing behind our wall, gazing through the window, looking through the lattice.
10 My beloved answered and said to me, “Arise, my beloved! Come, my beauty!
11 For look! The winter is over; the rainy season has turned and gone away.
12 The blossoms appear in the land; the time of singing has arrived; the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth her figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give fragrance. Arise, my beloved! Come, my beauty!”