Song of Solomon 2:11-17

¹¹For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone;

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

¹³The fig-tree is spicing its green fruit; The vines in blossom give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!

¹⁴O my dove, that art in the recesses of the rock, In the hiding-places of the steep craggy mountain, Let me see thy face, Let me hear thy voice! For sweet is thy voice, And thy face lovely.”

¹⁵Take ye for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines; For our vines are now in blossom.

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

¹⁷When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, Come again, my beloved, like a gazelle, or a young hind, Upon the craggy mountains.