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.
15 Catch the foxes for us—the little foxes that ruin the vineyardswhile they are in blossom.