9. My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag.
10. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
11. Lo, my beloved speaks to me:
12. Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
13. For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
14. The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.