Song of Songs
My beloved spoke, and said unto me: ‘Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.