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

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills. ⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice. ¹⁰ My beloved spake, and said unto 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 of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land; ¹³ The fig-tree ripeneth 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, that art 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 hath budded, And its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower: There will I 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.