13. The fig tree puts forth her green figs,And the vines with the tender grapesGive a good smell.Rise up, my love, my fair one,And come away!
14. “O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,In the secret places of the cliff,Let me see your face,Let me hear your voice;For your voice is sweet,And your face is lovely.”
15. Catch us the foxes,The little foxes that spoil the vines,For our vines have tender grapes.
16. My beloved is mine, and I am his.He feeds his flock among the lilies.
17. Until the day breaksAnd the shadows flee away,Turn, my beloved,And be like a gazelleOr a young stagUpon the mountains of Bether.