¹¹ Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.

⁴ Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.

¹⁰ My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

¹² The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;

¹³ The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.