Song of Solomon 2:8-17 in English

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;

¹² The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

¹³ The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

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.

⁸ The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

⁹ My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bæthel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.

¹⁰ My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.

¹¹ For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.

¹² The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.

¹³ The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

¹² 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;

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.

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

¹² 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;

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.

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.

⁸ The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

⁹ My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.

¹⁰ My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.

¹¹ For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.

¹² The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.

¹³ The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in at the windows, he sheweth himself through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

¹² 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;

¹³ The fig tree ripeneth her green figs, and the vines are in blossom, they give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

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.

⁸ I hear the voice of the man who loves me. It is as though MET he is leaping over the mountains and skipping over the hills

⁹ like SIM a deer or a gazelle. Now he is standing outside the wall of our house, looking in the window, and peering through the ◄lattice/wooden strips inside the window frame►.

¹⁰ He spoke to me and said, “You whom I love, get up; my beautiful one, come with me CHI!

¹¹ Look, the ◄winter/cold season► is ended; the rain has stopped;

¹² flowers are blooming throughout the country/land. It is now time to sing; we hear the doves cooing.

¹³ There are young/new figs on the fig trees, and there are blossoms on the grapevines and their fragrance fills the air. You whom I love, get up; my beautiful one, come with me!

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.

⁸ The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

⁹ My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.

¹⁰ My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.

¹¹ For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.

¹² The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.

¹³ The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹ 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.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹¹ For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

¹² The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

¹³ 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.”

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹ 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.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹¹ For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

¹² The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

¹³ 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.”

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹ 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.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹¹ For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

¹² The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

¹³ 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.”

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.

⁸ The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.

⁹ My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.

¹⁰ My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

¹² The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;

¹³ The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:

¹² The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

¹³ The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.

¹⁰ Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.

¹¹ For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.

¹² The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:

¹³ The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:

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.

⁸ Listen! I hear the voice of my love! Look! Here he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping over the hills—

⁹ my love is like a gazelle or a young deer! Look, he's there, standing behind our wall, looking through the window, peering through the screen.

¹⁰ My love calls out to me, “Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me! Just look!

¹¹ Winter has finished; the rains are over and gone.

¹² Flowers are blooming everywhere; the time when birds sing has come; the call of the turtledove is heard in the countryside.

¹³ Fig trees start producing ripe fruit, while grape vines blossom, giving off their fragrance. Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me!”

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.

⁸ It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.

⁹ My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.

¹⁰ My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.

¹¹ For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.

¹² The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.

¹³ The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.

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.

⁸ Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said unto me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

¹² The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

¹³ The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh forth at the windows, Shewing himself through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ For lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone;

¹² 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;

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.

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.

⁸ The voice of my friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.

⁹ My friend is like a roebuck or the fawn of the hinds: behold, there he standeth behind our wall, looking in at the windows, seeing through the lattice.

¹⁰ My friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.

¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.

¹² The flowers are seen in the land; the time of the birds' singing is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

¹³ The fig-tree perfumeth its green figs, and the vines with young grapes give forth a pleasant smell. Arise thee, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.

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.

⁸ The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

⁹ My kinsman is like a roe Or a young hart on the mountains of Bethel: Behold, he is behind our wall, Looking through the windows, Peeping through the lattices.

¹⁰ My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.

¹¹ For, behold, the winter is past, The rain is gone, it has departed.

¹² The flowers are seen in the land; The time of pruning has arrived; The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

¹³ The fig tree has put forth its young figs, The vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: Arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.

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.

⁸ M. The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Bounding upon the hills.

⁹ Like a gazelle is my beloved, Or a young hind. Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He is looking through the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved speaketh, and saith to me, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!

¹¹ For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone;

¹² 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;

¹³ The fig-tree is spicing its green fruit; The vines in blossom give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!

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.

⁸ There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, jumping over the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag; look, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke to me and said, “Arise, my love; My beautiful one, come away with me.

¹¹ Look, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

¹² The flowers have appeared in the land; the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come, and the sound of the doves is heard in our land.

¹³ The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give off their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹ 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.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹¹ For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

¹² The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

¹³ 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.”

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹ 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.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹¹ For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

¹² The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

¹³ 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.”

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹¹ For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.

¹² 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;

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.

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹ 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.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹¹ For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

¹² The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

¹³ 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.”

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.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹ 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.

¹⁰ My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹¹ For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

¹² The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

¹³ 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.”

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.

⁸ The voice of my darling; lo! this darling cometh leaping in mountains, and skipping over little hills.

⁹ My darling is like a capret, and a calf of harts; lo! he standeth behind our wall, and beholdeth by the windows, and looketh through the lattice.

¹⁰ Lo! my darling speaketh to me, My love, my culver, my fair spousess, rise thou, haste thou, and come thou;

¹¹ for winter is passed now, rain is gone, and is departed away.

¹² Flowers have appeared in our land, and the time of cutting is come; the voice of a turtle is heard in our land,

¹³ the fig tree hath brought forth his buds; the vineries flowering have given their odour. My love, my fair spousess, rise thou, haste thou, and come thou.

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.

⁸ The voice of my darling; lo! this darling cometh leaping in mountains, and skipping over little hills. (The voice of my darling; behold! my (darling) cometh leaping over the mountains, and skipping over the little hills.)

⁹ My darling is like a capret, and a calf of harts; lo! he standeth behind our wall, and beholdeth by the windows, and looketh through the lattice. (My darling is like a gazelle, or like a hart calf; behold! he standeth behind our wall, and seeth in through the windows, and looketh through the lattice.)

¹⁰ Lo! my darling speaketh to me, My love, my culver, my fair spousess, rise thou, haste thou, and come thou; (Behold! my darling speaketh to me, and saith, My love, my dove, my beautiful (spousess), rise thou up, hasten thou, and come thou away;)

¹¹ for winter is passed now, rain is gone, and is departed away. (for the winter is now passed, the rains have gone away, yea, they have departed at last.)

¹² Flowers have appeared in our land, and the time of cutting is come; the voice of a turtle is heard in our land (or the song of a turtledove is heard in our land),

¹³ the fig tree hath brought forth his buds; the vineries flowering have given their odour. My love, my fair spousess, rise thou, haste thou, and come thou. (the fig tree hath brought forth its buds; the flowering vines have given forth their aroma. My love, my beautiful spousess, rise thou up, hasten thou, and come thou away.)

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.)

⁸ The voice of my beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

⁹ My beloved is like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

¹⁰ My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

¹¹ For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath gone.

¹² The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,

¹³ The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

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!