Song of Songs 2:11-17

¹¹for winter is passed now, rain is gone, and is departed away.

¹²Flowers have appeared in our land, and the time of cutting is come; the voice of a turtle is heard in our land,

¹³the fig tree hath brought forth his buds; the vineries flowering have given their odour. My love, my fair spousess, rise thou, haste thou, and come thou.

¹⁴My culver is in the holes of the stone, in the chink of a wall without mortar. Show thy face to me, thy voice sound in mine ears; for thy voice is sweet, and thy face is fair.

¹⁵Catch ye little foxes to us, that destroy the vineries; for our vinery hath flowered.

¹⁶My darling is to me, and I am to him, which is fed among lilies;

¹⁷till the day spring, and shadows be bowed down. My darling, turn thou again; be thou like a capret, and a calf of harts, on the hills of Bether.