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.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

Behold the day, behold, it is come: the morning is gone forth; the rod hath blossomed, pride hath budded.

The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: