6. His left hand is under my head,and his right hand embraces me.
7. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,by the gazelles or the does of the field,do not stir up or awaken loveuntil it pleases.
8. The voice of my beloved!Look, he comesleaping over the mountains,bounding over the hills.
9. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows,looking through the lattice.
10. My beloved speaks and says to me: “Rise up, my love,my fair one, and come away.
11. For now the winter has past;the rain is over and gone.
12. The flowers appear on the earth;the time of singing has come,and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.