Song of Solomon 2:8-13

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping

upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart: behold,

he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the

windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

My beloved spake, and said unto me,

Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over, and gone;

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of

birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,

and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The King James Bible (1611)

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