10. In response my lover said to me: “Get yourself up, my darling, my pretty one, and come, come!
11. For behold, the winter has past, the rain is over, it has gone.
12. Blossoms appear in the land, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
13. The fig tree ripens its early figs. The blossoming vines give off their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling, my pretty one, and come, come!
14. My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in a secret place along the steep path, let me see your form, let me hear your voice. For your voice is sweet and your form is lovely.”
15. Catch the foxes for us— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.
16. My lover is mine, and I am his! He grazes his flocks among the lilies.
17. Until the day cools and the shadows flee away, turn about, my lover, like a gazelle or like a stag upon the mountains of spices.