The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle, a young deer.
Behold, standing behind our wall, watching at the window, peering through the lattice.
My beloved speaks and says to me: "Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away,
for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice...