¹² Blossoms have appeared in the land;
        the season of singing^[a] has arrived,
        and the sound of the turtledove is heard in our land.
¹³ The green fruit is on the fig tree,
        and the grapevines in bloom are fragrant.
Rise up,^[b] my dearest,
        my fairest, and go.
¹⁴ My dove—in the rock crevices,
        hidden in the cliff face—
        let me catch sight of you;
        let me hear your voice!
The sound of your voice is sweet,
        and the sight of you is lovely.”