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

⁸ The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. ⁹ My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks forth at the windows, peering from the lattice. ¹⁰ My Beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away. ¹¹ For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over; it goes to itself. ¹² the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land; ¹³ the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

¹⁴ O My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful.

¹⁵ Take us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines; for our vines have tender grapes.

¹¹ Come, my Beloved, let us go out into the field; let us stay in the villages. ¹² Let us rise up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flowers, whether the tender grape appears, and the pomegranates bud forth; there I will give You my loves. ¹³ The love-apples give a scent, and over our doors are all pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for You, O my Beloved.