The fig tree puts forth its
figs.
and the vines are in
blossom;
they give forth frag fragrance.
Arise ,my love , my fair one,
and come away.
O my dove , in the clefts of
the rock.
in the covert of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet ,
and your face is lovely.
Catch us the foxes,
the little foxes,
that ruin the vineyards-
for our vineyards are in blossom".
My beloved is mine and I am
his;
he pastures his flock
among the lilies.
Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
turn my beloved,be like a
gazelle.
or a young stag on the cleft
mountains."