As for me, I will hope always,
and add to the many praises of You.
My mouth tells of Your beneficence,
of your deliverance all day long,
though I know not how to tell it.
The blossoms have appeared in the land,
The time of pruning has come;
The song of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
The green figs form on the fig tree,
The vines in blossom give off fragrance.
Song of Songs 2.12-13a