“Listen! My beloved! Behold, he is coming, Climbing on the mountains, Leaping on the hills!

Listen! My beloved! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.

Listen! I hear my lover’s voice. I know it’s him coming to me— leaping with joy over mountains, skipping in love over the hills that separate us, to come to me.

I hear my lover’s voice. Here he comes jumping across the mountains, skipping over the hills.

“Listen! My beloved! Behold, he comes, Climbing on the mountains, Leaping and running on the hills!

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

Ah, I hear my lover coming! He is leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

Look! Listen! There’s my lover! Do you see him coming? Vaulting the mountains, leaping the hills. My lover is like a gazelle, graceful; like a young stag, virile. Look at him there, on tiptoe at the gate, all ears, all eyes—ready! My lover has arrived and he’s speaking to me!

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.