A (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.

B (14) O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see THY COUNTENANCE,

C (14) let me hear THY VOICE;

C′ (14) for sweet is THY VOICE,

B′ (14) and THY COUNTENANCE is comely.

A′ (15) Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have TENDER GRAPES.