13 The fig trees are forming young fruit,and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.Rise up, my darling!Come away with me, my fair one!”
14 My dove is hiding behind the rocks,behind an outcrop on the cliff.Let me see your face;let me hear your voice.For your voice is pleasant,and your face is lovely.
15 Catch all the foxes,those little foxes,before they ruin the vineyard of love,for the grapevines are blossoming!
16 My lover is mine, and I am his.He browses among the lilies.
17 Before the dawn breezes blowand the night shadows flee,return to me, my love, like a gazelleor a young stag on the rugged mountains.