Song 2.13 |Figs

The fig tree is near by, and 
Putteth forth branch, leaf, bud, and flower.
Her green figs, beckon me,
And the vines, to draw near.
With the tender grape he entices me,
Give a good smell, fuel for the imagination.
"Arise, my love," he says,
"My fair one," only in his eyes.
"And come away."
The fig tree is near by.