The fig tree has ripened its fruit, And the vines in blossom have given forth their
fragrance. Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along!’?'
'My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding place of the mountain pathway, Let me see how you look, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is pleasant, And you look delightful.'
'Catch the foxes for us, The little foxes that are ruining the vineyards, While our vineyards are in blossom.'
'My beloved is mine, and I am his; He pastures his flock
among the lilies.