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

⁸ Listen! My love is approaching.
Look! Here he comes,
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
⁹ My love is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Look, he is standing behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
peering through the lattice.
¹⁰ My love calls to me:

M Arise, my darling.
Come away, my beautiful one.
¹¹ For now the winter is past;
the rain has ended and gone away.
¹² The blossoms appear in the countryside.
The time of singing has come,
and the turtledove’s cooing is heard in our land.
¹³ The fig tree ripens its figs;
the blossoming vines give off their fragrance.
Arise, my darling.
Come away, my beautiful one.

¹⁴ My dove, in the clefts of the rock,
in the crevices of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.

¹⁵ (W) Catch the foxes for us—
the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—
for our vineyards are in bloom.

¹¹ Come, my love,
let’s go to the field;
let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.
¹² Let’s go early to the vineyards;
let’s see if the vine has budded,
if the blossom has opened,
if the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
¹³ The mandrakes give off a fragrance,
and at our doors is every delicacy—
new as well as old.
I have treasured them up for you, my love.

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