“The fig tree ripens her green figs.The vines are in blossom.They give out their fragrance.Arise, my love, my beautiful one,and come away.”
Song of Solomon 2:13 (WEB)
Context Reading
11For behold, the winter is past.The rain is over and gone. 12The flowers appear on the earth.The time of the singing has come,and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. 13The fig tree ripens her green figs.The vines are in blossom.They give out their fragrance.Arise, my love, my beautiful one,and come away.” 14My dove in the clefts of the rock,in the hiding places of the mountainside,let me see your face.Let me hear your voice;for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely. 15Catch for us the foxes,the little foxes that plunder the vineyards;for our vineyards are in blossom.