11. Here, the winter is past;the rains have come and gone.
12. Blossoms have appeared in the land;the season of singing has arrived,and the sound of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13. The green fruit is on the fig tree,and the grapevines in bloom are fragrant.Rise up, my dearest,my fairest, and go.
14. My dove—in the rock crevices,hidden in the cliff face—let me catch sight of you;let me hear your voice!The sound of your voice is sweet,and the sight of you is lovely."
15. Catch foxes for us—those little foxesthat spoil vineyards,now that our vineyards are in bloom!