6. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7. Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.
8. Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
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.
15. The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
16. My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.