The rain is over and gone;
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;
The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs,
And the vines are in blossom,
They give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.”[[252]]
And not inferior in beauty is Balaam’s unwilling prophecy of blessing to Israel:—
“From Aram hath Balak brought me,