I hear my Beloved.
See how he comes 
leaping on the mountains, 
bounding over the hills.
My Beloved is like a gazelle, 
like a young stag.

See where he stands 
behind our wall.
He looks in at the window,
he peers through the lattice.

My Beloved lifts up his voice,
he says to me,
‘Come then, my love, 
my lovely one, come.
For see, winter is past, 
the rains are over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth.
The season of glad songs has come,
the cooing of the turtledove 
is heard in our land.
The fig tree is forming its first figs
and the blossoming vines give out their fragrance.
Come then, my love, 
my lovely one, come.
My dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock, 
in the coverts of the cliff,
show me your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet
and your face is beautiful.’

Ring out your joy to the Lord, O you just; O sing him a song that is new.

Give thanks to the Lord upon the harp,
  with a ten-stringed lute sing him songs.
O sing him a song that is new,
  play loudly, with all your skill.

Ring out your joy to the Lord, O you just; O sing him a song that is new.

His own designs shall stand for ever,
  the plans of his heart from age to age.
They are happy, whose God is the Lord,
  the people he has chosen as his own.

Ring out your joy to the Lord, O you just; O sing him a song that is new.

Our soul is waiting for the Lord.
  The Lord is our help and our shield.
In him do our hearts find joy.
  We trust in his holy name.

Ring out your joy to the Lord, O you just; O sing him a song that is new.

Alleluia, alleluia!
Key of David, who open the gates of the eternal kingdom,
come to liberate from prison
the captive who lives in darkness.
Alleluia!