Song of Solomon 2:11-15 in English

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.'

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.)

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.