⁸ The voice of my lover!
Behold, he is coming—
    leaping over the mountains,
    springing over the hills!
⁹ My lover is like a gazelle
    or a young buck among the stags.
Look! He is standing behind our wall—
    gazing through the windows,
    peering through the lattice.

¹⁰ In response my lover said to me:
“Get yourself up, my darling,
    my pretty one, and come, come!^[a]