'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!'