Catholic Public Domain Version
"For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away."
— Song Of Solomon 2:13, Catholic Public Domain Version
“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.”
“The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, 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 has ripened its figs, the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance. Arise, come away my darling; my beautiful one, come away with me!””
“The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:”
“The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.”
“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.”
Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
Lo, my beloved speaks to me:
Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.