2:12 The pomegranates have appeared 1 in the land,
the time for pruning and singing 2 has come;
the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
2:13 The fig tree has budded,
the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance.
Arise, come away my darling;
my beautiful one, come away with me!”
The Lover to His Beloved:
2:14 O my dove, 3 in the clefts of the rock,
in the hiding places of the mountain crags,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
The Beloved to Her Lover:
2:15 Catch 4 the foxes 5 for us,
the little foxes, 6
that ruin the vineyards 7 –
for our vineyard is in bloom.
The Beloved about Her Lover:
2:16 My lover is mine and I am his;
he grazes among the lilies. 8
The Beloved to Her Lover:
2:17 Until the dawn arrives 9 and the shadows flee,
turn, 10 my beloved –
be like a gazelle or a young stag
on the mountain gorges. 11