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

⁸ The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills. ⁹ My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces. ¹⁰ My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away. ¹¹ For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; ¹² The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land; ¹³ The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹⁴ O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

¹⁵ Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.

¹¹ Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees. ¹² Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love. ¹³ The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.