'Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, That you will not disturb or awaken my
love Until she pleases.'
'Listen! My beloved! Behold, he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, Jumping on the hills!
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he is standing behind our wall, He is looking through the windows, He is peering through the lattice.
'My beloved responded and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along.
For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over and
The blossoms have already
appeared in the land; The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.