¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

⁴ Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

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

¹² 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 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