American Standard Version of 1901
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The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh,Leaping upon the mountains,Skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a {Or, gazelle}roe or a young hart:Behold, he standeth behind our wall;He looketh in at the windows;He glanceth through the lattice.
My beloved spake, and said unto me,Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past;The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;The time of the {Or, pruning of vines}singing of birds is come,And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs,And the vines are in blossom;They give forth their fragrance.Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.