Geneva(i)
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
11 For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
12 The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
13 The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.