Pieśń nad Pieśniami 2:10DRA

8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over gone;

12The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;