7 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,by the gazelles or the does of the field,do not stir up or awaken loveuntil it pleases.
8 The voice of my beloved!Look, he comesleaping over the mountains,bounding over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows,looking through the lattice.
10 My beloved speaks and says to me: “Rise up, my love,my fair one, and come away.
11 For now the winter has past;the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth;the time of singing has come,and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth its green figs,and the vines their blossoms;and they give forth fragrance.Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.