Song of Solomon 2:14 DBY

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

¹³  The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!

¹⁴  My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, 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 bloom.

¹⁶  My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,