Song of Solomon 2:11-17

¹¹For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.

¹²The flowers are seen in the land; the time of the birds' singing is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

¹³The fig-tree perfumeth its green figs, and the vines with young grapes give forth a pleasant smell. Arise thee, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.

¹⁴O my dove, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the recesses of the cliffs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is comely.—

¹⁵Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.

¹⁶My friend is mine, and I am his—that feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁷Until the day become cool, and the shadows flee away, turn about, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck or the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of separation.