Song of Solomon 2:12-14

Expanded Bible

¹² Blossoms appear through all the land.
    The time has come to sing;
    the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
¹³ There are young figs ·on [^Lripening on] the fig trees,
    and the blossoms on the vines ·smell sweet [^Lspread their fragrance].
·Get [Rise] up, my darling;
    let’s go away, my beautiful one.”

¹⁴ My beloved is like a dove hiding in the ·cracks [crevices] of the rock,
    in the ·secret [hiding] places of the cliff.
·Show me [Let me see] your ·face [^Lform],
    and let me hear your voice.
Your voice is ·sweet [agreeable],
    and your ·face [form] is ·lovely [pleasant].