12 The flowers appear on the earth,the time of pruning the vines has come,and the song of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth its figs,and the vines, in bloom, give forth fragrance.Arise, my friend, my beautiful one,and come!
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock,in the secret recesses of the cliff,Let me see your face,let me hear your voice,For your voice is sweet,and your face is lovely.”
15 W Catch us the foxes, the little foxesthat damage the vineyards; for our vineyards are in bloom!
16 My lover belongs to me and I to him;he feeds among the lilies.
17 Until the day grows cool and the shadows flee,roam, my lover,Like a gazelle or a young stagupon the rugged mountains.