Song of Solomon 2:11-15

¹¹For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.

¹²The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.

¹³The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.

¹⁴My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.

¹⁵Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.