"See! The winter is past...
... the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth...
...the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves ...
...is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms its early fruit;
...the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.”
"My beloved is mine and I am his...
he browses among the lilies.
Until the day breaks
and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved,
and be like a gazelle."
"Like a lily among thorns...
is my darling among the young women."
"My beloved spoke and said to me,
'Arise, my darling...
my beautiful one, come with me.'
- taken from Song of Solomon, Chapter 2