I
am a rose of Sharon,
a
lily of the valleys.
Lover
As
a lily among thorns,
so
is my love among the daughters.
Beloved
As
the apple tree among the trees of the wood,
so
is my beloved among the sons.
I
sat down under his shadow with great delight,
his
fruit was sweet to my taste.
He
brought me to the banquet hall.
His
banner over me is love.
Strengthen
me with raisins,
refresh
me with apples;
for
I am faint with love.
His
left hand is under my head.
His
right hand embraces me.
I
adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
by
the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
that
you not stir up, nor awaken love,
until
it so desires.
The
voice of my beloved!
Behold,
he comes,
leaping
on the mountains,
skipping
on the hills.
My
beloved is like a roe or a young deer.
Behold,
he stands behind our wall!
He
looks in at the windows.
He
glances through the lattice.
My
beloved spoke, and said to me,
“Rise
up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
For
behold, the winter is past.
The
rain is over and gone.
The
flowers appear on the earth.
The
time of the singing has come,
and
the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The
fig tree ripens her green figs.
The
vines are in blossom.
They
give out their fragrance.
Arise,
my love, my beautiful one,
and
come away.”
Lover
My
dove in the clefts of the rock,
in
the hiding places of the mountainside,
let
me see your face.
let
me hear your voice;
for
your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
Catch
for us the foxes,
the
little foxes that plunder the vineyards;
for
our vineyards are in blossom.
Beloved
My
beloved is mine, and I am his.
He
browses among the lilies.
Until
the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,
turn,
my beloved,
and
be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
Song of Solomon
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