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

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills. ⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart; behold, he stands behind our wall; he looks through the windows, blossoming through the lattice. ¹⁰ My beloved spoke and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. ¹¹ For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone; ¹² the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the song is come, and the voice of the turtle dove has been heard in our land; ¹³ the fig tree has put forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom have given 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 secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is beautiful.

¹⁵ Hunt the foxes for us, the little foxes, that spoil the vines; for our vines 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 if the vines flourish, whether the tender flowers appear, if the pomegranates bud forth; there I will give thee my loves. ¹³ The mandrakes have given their fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of sweet fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.