8  The voice of my beloved!

Behold, he comes,

leaping over the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

9  My beloved is ^blike a gazelle

or a young stag.

Behold, there he stands

behind our wall,

gazing through the windows,

looking through the lattice.

10  My beloved speaks and says to me:

“Arise, 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 singing¹ has come,

and the voice of the turtledove

is heard in our land.

13  The fig tree ripens its figs,

and the vines are in ^cblossom;

they give forth fragrance.

Arise, my love, my beautiful one,

and come away.