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The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
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The fig tree ª
putteth forth ª°
her green figs, ª
and the vines ª
[ with] the tender grape ª
give ª°
a [ good] smell. ª
Arise, ª°
my love, ª
my fair one, ª
and come away. ²°¹ |
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The fig tree ª
putteth foorth ª°
her greene figs, ª
and the vines ª
[ with] the tender grape ª
giue ª°
a [ good] smell. ª
Arise, ª°
my loue, ª
my faire one, ª
and come away. ²°¹ |
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The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come. |
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The fig tree ª
putteth forth ª°
her green figs, ª
and the vines ª
[ with] the tender grape ª
give ª°
a [ good] smell. ª
Arise, ª°
my love, ª
my fair one, ª
and come away. ²°¹ |
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{Song of Songs 2:13} 
American Standard Version (ASV 1901)