12 The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
The time of singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
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!
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.”
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.”
Her Brothers
The Shulamite
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
Book Notes:
Robertson's Book Notes (NT)