11. Look, the winter is past;the rains are over and gone.
12. Blossoms appear through all the land.The time has come to sing;the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
13. There are young figs on the fig trees,and the blossoms on the vines smell sweet.Get up, my darling;let’s go away, my beautiful one.”
14. My beloved is like a dove hiding in the cracks of the rock,in the secret places of the cliff.Show me your face,and let me hear your voice.Your voice is sweet,and your face is lovely.