Rise up my love my fair one, and come away.
For, lo , the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
The fig tree ripened its figs,
And the vine puts fortg its blossom,
They give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Song of Songs 2:10-13