10 My beloved spoke, and said to me:
“Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away.

11 For lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.

13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grapes
Give a good smell.
Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away!

14 “O my ^adove, in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the cliff,
Let me see your¹ face,
^bLet me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your face is lovely.” ‡