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.

The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.

η συκη εξεφερε τους ολυνθους αυτης, και αι αμπελοι με τα ανθη της σταφυλης διαδιδουσιν ευωδιαν· σηκωθητι, αγαπητη μου, ωραια μου, και ελθε·

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.