LITV(i)
8 The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
9 My Beloved is likened to a gazelle, or to a young deer, the stag. Behold, He stands behind our wall, looking from the windows, peering from the lattice.
10 My Beloved answered and said to me, Arouse yourself, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.
11 For, behold, the winter has passed, the rain has passed, it goes to itself.
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 spices her unripe figs, and the vines give a fragrance by the blossom. Arise, My love; come, My beautiful one, and come yourself.
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secrecy of the steep place, let Me see your form. Let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your form is beautiful.