^12 (A)The flowers appear on the earth,
    the time of singing^[a] has come,
and the voice of ^(B)the turtle-dove
    is heard in our land.
^13 (C)The fig tree ripens its figs,
    and ^(D)the vines are in blossom;
    they give forth fragrance.
^(E)Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
    and come away.
¹⁴ O my ^(F)dove, in the ^(G)clefts of the rock,
    in the crannies of the cliff,
let me see your face,
    let me ^(H)hear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is ^(I)lovely.