13. Figs are beginning to ripen;the air is fragrant with blossoming vines.Come then, my love;my darling, come with me.
14. You are like a dove that hidesin the crevice of a rock.Let me see your lovely faceand hear your enchanting voice.
15. Catch the foxes, the little foxes,before they ruin our vineyard in bloom.
16. My lover is mine, and I am his.He feeds his flock among the lilies
17. until the morning breezes blowand the darkness disappears.Return, my darling, like a gazelle,like a stag on the mountains of Bether.