8The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
8The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
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 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.
2:8The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.