Song of Songs 2:11-13

BSB^{(i) 11} For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. ¹² The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land. ¹³ The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”