Song of Solomon 2:11-15

¹¹For, behold, the winter is past, The rain is gone, it has departed.

¹²The flowers are seen in the land; The time of pruning has arrived; The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

¹³The fig tree has put forth its young figs, The vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: Arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.

¹⁴Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, Near the wall: Show me thy face, And cause me to hear thy voice; For thy voice is sweet, And thy countenance is beautiful.

¹⁵Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: For our vines put forth tender grapes.