"And My Beloved Said To Me..."

"My Beloved spoke and said to me, 
'Arise, darling, my beautiful one,
And come along.
‘For behold, the winter is past,

         The rain is over and gone. 

‘The flowers have already appeared in the land;

         The time has arrived for pruning the vines,

         And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land. 

‘The fig tree has ripened its figs,

         And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.

         Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,

         And come along!’” 

“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,

         In the secret place of the steep pathway,

         Let me see your form,

         Let me hear your voice;

         For your voice is sweet,

         And your form is lovely.” 

“My beloved is mine, and I am his...”