Song of Songs 2:11-17

11For behold, the winter is past, The rainH1653 is over, it is goneH1980: 12The flowers appearH7200 on the earthH776; The timeH6256 of singing is come, And the voiceH6963 of the turtle-dove is heardH8085 in our landH776; 13The fig-tree melloweth her winter figsH8384, And the vinesH1612 in bloom giveH5414 forth [their] fragrance. AriseH6965, my love, my fair oneH3303, and come away! 14My doveH3123, in the cleftsH2288 of the rockH5553, In the covert of the precipice, Let me seeH7200 thy countenance, let me hearH8085 thy voiceH6963; For sweetH6156 is thy voiceH6963, and thy countenance is comely. 15TakeH270 us the foxesH7776, The littleH6996 foxesH7776, that spoil the vineyardsH3754; For our vineyardsH3754 are in bloom. 16My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the liliesH7799, 17Until the dayH3117 dawn, and the shadows fleeH5127 awayH5437. TurnH5437, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountainsH2022 of Bether.