10 My beloved spake, he spake to me,
“Arise, my love, my fair one, and come!
11 For lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over, is gone.
12 The flowers appear upon the fields, [[146]]
The time of singing is come,
The cooing of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
13 The fig-tree sweetens her green figs,
The vines blossom,
They diffuse fragrance;