12 The blossoms appear in the countryside.
The time of singing[a] has come,
and the turtledove’s cooing is heard in our land.(A)
13 The fig tree ripens its figs;(B)
the blossoming vines give off their fragrance.(C)
Arise, my darling.
Come away, my beautiful one.

14 My dove,(D) in the clefts of the rock,(E)
in the crevices of the cliff,
let me see your face,[b]
let me hear your voice;(F)
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.(G)

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Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 2:12 Or pruning
  2. Song of Solomon 2:14 Or form

12 Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
    is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;(A)
    the blossoming(B) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

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14 My dove(C) in the clefts of the rock,
    in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.(D)

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