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

⁸ SHEThe voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, - leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills. ⁹ Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, - Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice. ¹⁰ Responded my beloved, and said to me, - Rise up! my fair - my beautiful - one, and come away, ¹¹ For lo, the winter, is past, - the rain, is over, and gone; ¹² The flowers, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, - and, the voice of the turtle, is heard in our land; ¹³ The fig-tree, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines - all blossom, yield fragrance, - Rise up! my fair - my beautiful - one, and come away!

¹⁴ HEO my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, - For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.

¹⁵ BOTHTake ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, - and, our vines, are all blossom!

¹¹ Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages: ¹² Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, - There, will I give my caresses to thee. ¹³ The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, - O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.