“Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come!
For see, the winter is past, the rains are over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth, the time of pruning the vines has come,
And the song of the dove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines,
In bloom give forth fragrance. 

Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come”