The hay appeareth, and the tender grass sheweth itself, and herbs of the mountains are gathered.
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.
He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth;