ECB(i)
10 My beloved answers and says to me, Rise, my friend, my beautiful, and come away!
11 For, behold, the winter has passed; the downpour has passed and gone;
12 the blossoms are seen on the earth; the time of psalming touches and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land:
13 the fig tree ripens her unripe figs and the vines with the blossom give their scent. Rise, my friend, my beautiful, and come away.