Song of Songs 2:8-15 - Rendezvous In The Countryside

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. ⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice. ¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. ¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. ¹² The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. ¹³ The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹⁴ O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁵ Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom.

¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages. ¹² Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love. ¹³ The mandrakes give forth fragrance. And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.