Song of Solomon 2:10

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone;

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;