Song of Solomon 2:15 — Meaning and Application

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.

O my dove, {that art} in the clefts of the rock, in the secret {places} of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet {is} thy voice, and thy countenance {is} comely.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines {have} tender grapes.

My beloved {is} mine, and I {am} his: he feedeth among the lilies.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. {of Bether: or, of division}