12 The pomegranates have appeared in the land,the time for pruning and singing has come;the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree has budded,the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance.Arise, come away my darling;my beautiful one, come away with me!”
14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,in the hiding places of the mountain crags,let me see your face,let me hear your voice;for your voice is sweet,and your face is lovely.
15 Catch the foxes for us,the little foxes,that ruin the vineyards – for our vineyard is in bloom.
16 My lover is mine and I am his;he grazes among the lilies.
17 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee,turn, my beloved – be like a gazelle or a young stagon the mountain gorges.