The Song of Solomon 2:13-16

¹³The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.

¹⁴Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.

¹⁵Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.

¹⁶My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.