My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. Lover

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.