The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs,\par\tab And the vines are in blossom;\par\tab They give forth their fragrance.\par\tab Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
And he shall send forth his angels with {\b a great {\i sound of a} trumpet,} and {\b they shall gather together} his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.\par