Song of Solomon 2:12-14

American Standard Version

¹² The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the ^[a]singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
¹³ The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs,
And the vines are in blossom;
They give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
¹⁴ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
In the covert of the steep place,
Let me see thy countenance,
Let me hear thy voice;
For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.