Song of Songs 2:11-17

¹¹Look, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

¹²The flowers have appeared in the land; the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come, and the sound of the doves is heard in our land.

¹³The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give off their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹⁴My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret clefts of the mountain crags, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”

¹⁵Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil vineyards, for our vineyard is in blossom.

¹⁶My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.

¹⁷Go away, my beloved, before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away. Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.