Song of Solomon 2:11 ASV

⁹  My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.

¹⁰  My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹  For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;

¹²  The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing `of birds' is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

¹³  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.