8The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.9My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.10Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.11For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.12The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:13The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:14My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
39And Mary rising up in those days, went into the hill country with haste into a city of Juda.40And she entered into the house of Zachary and saluted Elizabeth.41And it came to pass that when Elizabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the infant leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost.42And she cried out with a loud voice and said: Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.43And whence is this to me that the mother of my Lord should come to me?44For behold as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in my ears, the infant in my womb leaped for joy.45And blessed art thou that hast believed, because those things shall be accomplished that were spoken to thee by the Lord.