¹³     The fig trees are bringing forth their first fruit,
        and the vines are in blossom, filling the air with their fragrance.
    So arise my dearest, my beauty,
        and come away with me.
¹⁴     Now, my dove, don’t be shy.
        Don’t hide from me in the clefts of the rock
        or nest like a bird in secret among the cliffs.
    Show me your lovely form.
        Let me hear your beautiful voice,
    For it sounds so sweet,
        and your face is so lovely.