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 in at the windows. He glances through the lattice. ¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful 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 singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. ¹³ The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away."

¹⁴ My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

¹⁵ Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages. ¹² Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love. ¹³ The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.