11. For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away--it hath gone.
12. The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,
13. The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.
14. My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.
15. Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes--destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweetsmelling vineyards.
16. My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting among the lilies,
17. Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!