13. The fig tree puts forth her figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give fragrance. Arise, my beloved! Come, my beauty!”
14. My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secluded place in the mountain, Let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
15. Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes destroying vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom!
16. My beloved belongs to me and I belong to him; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
17. Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or young stag on the cleft mountains.