Song of Solomon 2:14

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.

The fig tree ripens her green figs.

The vines are in blossom.

They give out their fragrance.

Arise, my love, my beautiful one,

and come away.”

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.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,

turn, my beloved,

and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.