My beloved spake, & said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, & come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, & the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, & the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, & come away. Song of Solomon 2.