8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes,leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.9 My beloved is like 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 singing 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 blossom; they give forth fragrance.Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies of the cliff,let me see your face, let me hear your voice,for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.15 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxesthat spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.”
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.17 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on cleft mountains.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm,for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave.Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord.7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised.