Song of Solomon 2:11-13

New Century Version

¹¹ Look, the winter is past;
    the rains are over and gone.
¹² Blossoms appear through all the land.
    The time has come to sing;
    the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
¹³ There are young figs on the fig trees,
    and the blossoms on the vines smell sweet.
Get up, my darling;
    let’s go away, my beautiful one.”