Song of Solomon 2:12-17 ▼

12 The pomegranates have appeared in the land, the time for pruning and singing has come; the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13 The fig tree has budded, the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance. Arise, come away my darling; my beautiful one, come away with me!|

14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountain crags, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

15 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes, that ruin the vineyards--for our vineyard is in bloom.

16 My lover is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.

17 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved--be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountain gorges.