8 I hear my lover’s voice.Here he comes jumping across the mountains,skipping over the hills.
9 My lover is like a gazelle or a young deer.Look, he stands behind our wallpeeking through the windows,looking through the blinds.
10 My lover spoke and said to me,“Get up, my darling;let’s go away, my beautiful one.
11 Look, the winter is past;the rains are over and gone.
12 Blossoms appear through all the land.The time has come to sing;the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
13 There are young figs on the fig trees,and the blossoms on the vines smell sweet.Get up, my darling;let’s go away, my beautiful one.”
14 My beloved is like a dove hiding in the cracks of the rock,in the secret places of the cliff.Show me your face,and let me hear your voice.Your voice is sweet,and your face is lovely.