¹¹     Don’t you see? The winter is done.
        The rains and clouds have come and gone.
¹²     The flowers are unfolding in the fields;
        the birds are warming up their songs,
    The cooing of the turtledove
        is heard throughout the land.
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.