The fig tree springs forth its early figs, and the vine its blossoms; they give forth their fragrance. Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come away.
I am sleeping, but my heart is awake. A sound! My lover is knocking. Open the door for me, my sister, my beloved, my dove and pure one; for my head is wet with dew, my hair with the drops of the night.
As Jesus passed on from there, He saw a man named Matthew sitting at the tax collector’s station. And He said to him, “Follow Me.” And he rose and followed Him.