^{11 Ref} For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

^{12 Ref} The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing has come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.

^{13 Ref} The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, And come away. Lover