8The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
8The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand does embrace me.
7 I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
2:8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
2:8Listen! My lover! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
2:8The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
2:8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
2:8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
2:8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
2:8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
2:8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
2:8The voice of my beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.