Song of Solomon 2
[SUP]10[/SUP] My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
[SUP]11[/SUP] For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
[SUP]12[/SUP] The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
[SUP]13[/SUP] The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
[SUP]14[/SUP] O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
[SUP]15[/SUP] Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
[SUP]16[/SUP] My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
[SUP]17[/SUP] Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.