Song of Solomon 2:14 ASV

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.

¹⁴  O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁵  Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶  My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth `his flock' among the lilies.