₈I hear my lover's voice.

He comes running over the mountains,

racing across the hills to me.

₉My lover is like a gazelle,

like a young stag.

There he stands beside the wall.

He looks in through the window

and glances through the lattice.

₁₀My lover speaks to me.

Come then, my love;

my darling, come with me.

₁₁The winter is over; the rains have stopped;

₁₂in the countryside the flowers are in bloom.

This is the time for singing;

the song of doves is heard in the fields.

₁₃Figs are beginning to ripen;

the air is fragrant with blossoming vines.

Come then, my love;

my darling, come with me.

₁Beautiful words fill my mind,

as I compose this song for the king.

Like the pen of a good writer

my tongue is ready with a poem.

₂You are the most handsome of men;

you are an eloquent speaker.

God has always blessed you.

₆The kingdom that God has given you

will last for ever and ever.

You rule over your people with justice;

₇you love what is right and hate what is evil.

That is why God, your God, has chosen you

and has poured out more happiness on you

than on any other king.

₈The perfume of myrrh and aloes is on your clothes;

musicians entertain you in palaces decorated with ivory.

₉Among the ladies of your court are daughters of kings,

and on the right of your throne stands the queen,

wearing ornaments of finest gold.