Matthew Poole and continuators on Song of Solomon 2:13

13 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 .

Which it shooteth forth as soon as it doth Leaves, in the Spring-time, Mat. 24. 32.

Which, though not strong, is pleasant and grateful, and given by it in the progress of the Spring.

These words are here repeated, to shew both the Churches infirmity, and indisposition, which needs so many Calls and Arguments to press so necessary and advantageous a Duty; and Christs tender compassion to her weakness, and servent desire of converse with her.