8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
5 Stay ye me with raisins, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in at the windows, he sheweth himself through the lattice.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto 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 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.