For see, winter is past, the rains are over and gone.
Flowers are appearing on the earth.
The season of glad songs has come.
The cooing of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The fig tree is forming its first figs
And the blossoming vines give out their fragrance.
Come, then, my beloved, my lovely one, come.
Song of Songs 2:10-13 (NJB)