Song of Solomon 2:12 ASV

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.

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.