Hark! my lover

here he comes
springing across the mountains,
leaping across the hills....

My lover speaks; he says to me,
"Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one,
and come!

"For see, the winter is past,
the rains are over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of pruning the vines has come,
and the song of the dove
is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs,
and the vines, in bloom,
give forth fragrance.

"Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one,
and come!"
Song of Songs 2:8,10-13