11. See! The winter is past;the rains are over and gone.
12. Flowers appear on the earth;the season of singing has come,the cooing of dovesis heard in our land.
13. The fig-tree forms its early fruit;the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.Arise, come, my darling;my beautiful one, come with me.’
14. My dove in the clefts of the rock,in the hiding-places on the mountainside,show me 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 foxesthat ruin the vineyards,our vineyards that are in bloom.
16. My beloved is mine and I am his;he browses among the lilies.
17. Until the day breaksand the shadows flee,turn, my beloved,and be like a gazelleor like a young stagon the rugged hills.