"Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me."
My beloved is mine and I am his;
he browses among the lilies.
My beloved spoke and said to me,
“Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, come with me.
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.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.”
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have stolen my heart…
Until the day breaks
and the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of incense.
(Song of Songs, 2:16, 3:6, 4:9, 16)