Song of Solomon 2:13

My beloved spoke, and said to me,

“Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

For behold, the winter is past.

The rain is over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth.

The time of the singing has come,

and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

My dove in the clefts of the rock,

in the hiding places of the mountainside,

let me see your face.

Let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.

Catch for us the foxes,

the little foxes that plunder the vineyards;

for our vineyards are in blossom.

My beloved is mine, and I am his.

He browses among the lilies.