Song of Solomon 2:14-17 in English

¹⁴ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁵ Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

¹⁷ Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.

¹⁴ Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.

¹⁵ Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.

¹⁶ My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.

¹⁷ Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁴ You are my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.

¹⁵ Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.

¹⁶ My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.

¹⁷ Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.

¹⁴ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice: for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁵ Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth his flock among the lilies.

¹⁷ Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

¹⁴ You are like MET a dove that is hiding far from me in an opening/crack in the rocky cliff. Show me your face, and allow me to hear your voice, because your voice is sweet-sounding and your face is lovely CHI.”

¹⁵ There are other men who are like MET little jackals/foxes that ruin vineyards; do not allow those men to attack me.

¹⁶ You who love me, I belong to you and you belong to me, and you experience pleasure when you kiss my lips like MET a shepherd enjoys taking care of his sheep.

¹⁷ You who love me, come and be like SIM a gazelle or like a young deer on the hills of Bether, and then flee like a deer at dawn tomorrow morning, when the darkness fades.

¹⁴ You are my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.

¹⁵ Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.

¹⁶ My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock amongst the lilies.

¹⁷ Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses amongst the lilies.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁴ O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

¹⁵ Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.

¹⁶ My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.

¹⁷ Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.

¹⁴ My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

¹⁵ Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth his flock among the lilies,

¹⁷ Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.

¹⁴ My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.

¹⁵ Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.

¹⁶ My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,

¹⁷ Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

¹⁴ My dove is out of sight in the crevices of the rock, in the hiding places of the cliff. Please let me see you! Let me hear you! For you speak so sweetly, and you look so beautiful!

¹⁵ Catch the foxes for us, all the little foxes that come and destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom!

¹⁶ My love is mine, and I am his! He feeds among the lilies,

¹⁷ until the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear. Come back to me, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the split mountains.

¹⁴ My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.

¹⁵ Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.

¹⁶ My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,

¹⁷ Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.

¹⁴ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.'

¹⁵ 'Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.'

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁷ Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vines: For our vines have tender grapes.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁴ O my dove, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the recesses of the cliffs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is comely.—

¹⁵ Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.

¹⁶ My friend is mine, and I am his—that feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁷ Until the day become cool, and the shadows flee away, turn about, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck or the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of separation.

¹⁴ Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, Near the wall: Show me thy face, And cause me to hear thy voice; For thy voice is sweet, And thy countenance is beautiful.

¹⁵ Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: For our vines put forth tender grapes.

¹⁶ My kinsman is mine, and I am his: He feeds his flock among the lilies.

¹⁷ Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, Turn, my kinsman, Be thou like to a roe or young hart On the mountains of the ravines.

¹⁴ O my dove, that art in the recesses of the rock, In the hiding-places of the steep craggy mountain, Let me see thy face, Let me hear thy voice! For sweet is thy voice, And thy face lovely.”

¹⁵ Take ye for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines; For our vines are now in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁷ When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, Come again, my beloved, like a gazelle, or a young hind, Upon the craggy mountains.

¹⁴ My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret clefts of the mountain crags, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”

¹⁵ Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil vineyards, for our vineyard is in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.

¹⁷ Go away, my beloved, before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away. Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses amongst the lilies.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

¹⁷ Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁴ 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.

¹⁵ Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses amongst the lilies.

¹⁷ 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.

¹⁴ My culver is in the holes of the stone, in the chink of a wall without mortar. Show thy face to me, thy voice sound in mine ears; for thy voice is sweet, and thy face is fair.

¹⁵ Catch ye little foxes to us, that destroy the vineries; for our vinery hath flowered.

¹⁶ My darling is to me, and I am to him, which is fed among lilies;

¹⁷ till the day spring, and shadows be bowed down. My darling, turn thou again; be thou like a capret, and a calf of harts, on the hills of Bether.

¹⁴ My culver is in the holes of the stone, in the chink of a wall without mortar. Show thy face to me, thy voice sound in mine ears; for thy voice is sweet, and thy face is fair. (My dove is in the holes of the stone, in the chink of a wall made without mortar. Show thy face to me, let thy voice sound in my ears; for thy voice is sweet, and thy face is so beautiful.)

¹⁵ Catch ye little foxes to us, that destroy the vineries; for our vinery hath flowered. (Catch ye for us the little foxes, that destroy the vineyards; for our vines have flowered.)

¹⁶ My darling is to me, and I am to him, which is fed among lilies; (My darling is for me, and I am for him, who is fed among the lilies;)

¹⁷ till the day spring, and shadows be bowed down. My darling, turn thou again; be thou like a capret, and a calf of harts, on the hills of Bether. (until the day spring forth, and the shadows be bowed down. My darling, return thou; be thou like a gazelle, or a hart calf, on the hills of Bether or upon the rugged hills.)

¹⁴ My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice is sweet, and thy appearance comely.

¹⁵ Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

¹⁷ Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!