Song of Solomon 2:12-14

International Children’s 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 the fig trees.
    The blossoms on the vines smell sweet.
Get up, my darling.
    Let’s go away, my beautiful one.”

¹⁴ My beloved is like a dove that hides in the cracks of the rock.
    She hides in the secret places of the cliff.
Show me your face.
    Let me hear your voice.
Your voice is very sweet,
    and your face is lovely.