2:8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills. 2:9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.
We got to hear the voice of God, He comes to us leaping and dancing.
God looks into our hearts
2:14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
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