Song of Solomon 2:11-17

¹¹For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:

¹²The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

¹³The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!

¹⁴My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁵Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth his flock among the lilies,

¹⁷Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.