The voice of my beloved!
Look , he comes.
leaping upon the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Look,them he stands
behind our wall
gazing in at the windows,
looking through the lattice.
My beloved speaks and says
to me;
"Arise, my love, my fair one.
and come away;
for now the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has
come,
and the voice of the
turtledove is heard in our land.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
The voice of my beloved!
Look , he comes.
leaping upon the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Look,them he stands
behind our wall
gazing in at the windows,
looking through the lattice.
My beloved speaks and says
to me;
"Arise, my love, my fair one.
and come away;
for now the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has
come,
and the voice of the
turtledove is heard in our land.
