Song of Solomon

Come My Beloved

Behold my beloved speaketh to me,

"Arise, make haste, my love, my dove,

My beautiful one, and come. 

For winter is past, the rain is over and gone. 

The flowers have appreared in our land.

The fig tree hath put forth her green figs;

The vines in flower yield their sweet smell.

Arise, my love, my beautiful one and come.

My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow of the wall,

Show me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears.

For thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely."

"My beleved is mine and I am his who feedeth among the lilies."

Song of Solomon 2:10-14, 16