13 The fig tree ripens its figs;(A)
the blossoming vines give off their fragrance.(B)
Arise, my darling.
Come away, my beautiful one.

Read full chapter

13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;(A)
    the blossoming(B) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

Read full chapter

13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Read full chapter