⁸ Listen! It’s my lover: here he comes now,
        leaping upon the mountains,
        bounding over the hills.
⁹ My lover is like a gazelle
        or a young stag.
Here he stands now,
        outside our wall,
        peering through the windows,
        peeking through the lattices.

¹⁰ My lover spoke and said to me,
“Rise up, my dearest,
        my fairest, and go.
¹¹ Here, the winter is past;
        the rains have come and gone.
¹² Blossoms have appeared in the land;
        the season of singing has arrived,
        and the sound of the turtledove is heard in our land.
¹³ The green fruit is on the fig tree,
        and the grapevines in bloom are fragrant.
Rise up, my dearest,
        my fairest, and go.