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.
Woe to them that go down to Egypt for help, and rely on horses, and trust in chariots because they are many, and in horsemen because they are very strong, but they look not unto the Holy One of Israel, neither seek Jehovah!
I was asleep, but my heart waked:\par\tab It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, {\i saying},\par\tab Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;\par\tab For my head is filled with dew,\par\tab My locks with the drops of the night.\par
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;\par\tab Thine eyes are {\i as} doves behind thy veil.\par\tab Thy hair is as a flock of goats,\par\tab That lie along the side of mount Gilead.