Song Of Solomon 2:8-14

Song Of Solomon 2:8-14

[8] The voice  of my beloved!  behold, he cometh  leaping  upon the mountains,  skipping  upon the hills.  [9] My beloved  is like  a roe  or a young  hart:  behold, he standeth  behind  our wall,  he looketh forth  at the windows,  shewing  himself through the lattice.  [10] My beloved  spake,  and said  unto me, Rise up,  my love,  my fair one,  [11] For, lo, the winter  is past,  the rain  is over  and gone;  [12] The flowers  appear  on the earth;  the time  of the singing  of birds is come,  and the voice  of the turtle  is heard  in our land;  [13] The fig tree  putteth forth  her green figs,  and the vines  with the tender grape  give  a good smell.  Arise,  my love,  my fair one,  [14] O my dove,  that art in the clefts  of the rock,  in the secret  places of the stairs,  let me see  thy countenance,  let me hear  thy voice;  for sweet  is thy voice,  and thy countenance  is comely.