22:002:009 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.
22:002:010 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
22:002:011 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
22:002:012 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;
22:002:013 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, and come away.
22:002:014 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.
22:002:015 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
22:002:016 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
22:002:017 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
22:003:001 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.