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

⁸ Me think I hear the voice of my beloved: lo, there cometh he hopping upon the mountains, and leaping over the little hills. ⁹ My beloved is like a Roe or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in at the window, and peepeth through the grate. ¹⁰ Behold, my beloved said to me: Up and haste my love, my dove, my beautiful, and come: ¹¹ For now is winter gone and rain departed and past. ¹² The flowers appear in our country and the time is come to cut the vines. The voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. ¹³ The fig tree hath brought forth her figs, and the vine blossoms give a savour.

¹⁴ Up, haste my love, my dove, in the holes of the rock and secret places of the walls. Show me thy face and let me hear thy voice: for thy voice is sweet and thy fashion beautiful.

¹⁵ Get us the foxes, yea the little foxes that hurt the vines, for our vines bear blossoms.

¹¹ O come on my love; let us go forth into the field, and take our lodging in the villages. ¹² In the morning will we rise betimes, and go see the vineyard: if it be sprung forth, if the grapes be grown, and if the pomegranates be shot out. There will I give thee my breasts; ¹³ there shall the mandragoras give their smell beside our doors; there, O my love, have I kept unto thee all manner of fruits, both new and old.