Thank you for those lines from the Song of Solomon, Bobyb. Henry Purcell turned the next verses (2:10-13, 16) into one of the most beautiful anthems I know:
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; 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.... My beloved is mine and I am his. Aleluia.
