12 the 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;
13 the fig tree putteth forth her green figs,and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,in the secret places of the stairs,let me see thy countenance,let me hear thy voice;for sweet is thy voice,and thy countenance is comely.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines:for our vines have tender grapes.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his:he feedeth among the lilies.
17 Until the day break,and the shadows flee away,turn, my beloved,and be thou like a roe or a young hartupon the mountains of Bether.