See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.

Flowers appear
on the earth;
the season of singing
has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.

The fig tree forms
its early fruit;
the blossoming vines
spread their fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one,
come with me."

(Song of Songs 2:11-13 NIV)