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

⁸ The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. ⁹ My beloved is like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice. ¹⁰ My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away, ¹¹ For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away -- it hath gone. ¹² The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land, ¹³ The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

¹⁴ My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice is sweet, and thy appearance comely.

¹⁵ Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes -- destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

¹¹ Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field, ¹² We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves; ¹³ The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!