'For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone.
'The flowers have already appeared in the land; The time has arrived for apruning the vines, And the voice of the 1turtledove has been heard in our land.
'The 2figtree has ripened its figs, And the 3vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance. Arise, my darling, my beautifulone, And come along!' "
"bO 4my dove, 5in the clefts of the crock, In the secretplace of the steepdpathway, Let me see your eform, 6Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your fform is 7lovely."
"g8Catch the foxes for us, The hlittlefoxes that are ruining the vineyards, While our 9vineyards are in blossom."
"i10My beloved is mine, and I am his; He 11pastures his flock among the lilies.
"12Untiljthe cool of the day when the shadowsflee away, Turn, my beloved, and be like a 13gazelleOr a youngstag14on the mountains of kBether."