Song of Solomon 2:11-13

International Children’s Bible

¹¹ Look, the winter is past.
    The rains are over and gone.
¹² Blossoms appear through all the land.
    The time has come to sing.
    The cooing of doves is heard in our land.
¹³ There are young figs on the fig trees.
    The blossoms on the vines smell sweet.
Get up, my darling.
    Let’s go away, my beautiful one.”