His banner over me was love
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Like a lily among thorns is my love among the daughters. Like an apple tree among the trees of the wood is my love among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Hold me up with flagons, comfort me with apples, because I am sick with love. His left hand is under my head, and his right arm holds me. Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the roes and the hinds of the field: don't stir up or wake my love until he pleases.
I'm the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys. Like the lily among thorns, that's what my love is among the daughters. Like the apple tree among the trees of the wood, that's what my love is among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Hold me up with flagons, comfort me with apples. Because I'm sick with love. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand holds me close. I make you swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the deer of the field, that you don't stir up or wake my love till she wants to.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. 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, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I'm the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
Like a lily among thorns is my love among the daughters.
Like the lily among thorns, that's what my love is among the daughters.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the wood is my love among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Like the apple tree among the trees of the wood, that's what my love is among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Hold me up with flagons, comfort me with apples, because I am sick with love.
Hold me up with flagons, comfort me with apples. Because I'm sick with love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm holds me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand holds me close.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the roes and the hinds of the field: don't stir up or wake my love until he pleases.
I make you swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the deer of the field, that you don't stir up or wake my love till she wants to.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
The winter is past
The voice of my love! Look — he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills. My love is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look — he is standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peering through the lattice. My love spoke and said to me: Get up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. Look — the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers are out on the earth. The season of singing has come, and the sound of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree is putting out its green figs, and the vines in blossom give their scent. Get up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. My dove, hiding in cracks in the rock and tucked away in the cliff, let me see your face and hear your voice. Your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that ruin the vines, because our vines have tender grapes. My love is mine and I am his. He grazes among the lilies. Until the day breaks and the shadows run away, turn, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
The voice of my love — look, he's coming, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. My love is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look — he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows, showing himself through the lattice. My love spoke and said to me: Get up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. Because look — the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. The flowers show themselves on the earth. The time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts out her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Get up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs — let me see your face, let me hear your voice. Because your voice is sweet and your face is lovely. Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines. Because our vines have tender grapes. My love is mine and I'm his. He feeds among the lilies. Till the day breaks and the shadows run away, turn, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. 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. My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; 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; 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. 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. Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes. My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. 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.
The voice of my love! Look — he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
The voice of my love — look, he's coming, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My love is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look — he is standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peering through the lattice.
My love is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look — he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
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.
My love spoke and said to me: Get up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Look — the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
Because look — the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers are out on the earth. The season of singing has come, and the sound of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The flowers show themselves on the earth. The time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
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;
The fig tree is putting out its green figs, and the vines in blossom give their scent. Get up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
The fig tree puts out her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Get up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
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.
My dove, hiding in cracks in the rock and tucked away in the cliff, let me see your face and hear your voice. Your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs — let me see your face, let me hear your voice. Because your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
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.
Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that ruin the vines, because our vines have tender grapes.
Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines. Because our vines have tender grapes.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
My love is mine and I am his. He grazes among the lilies.
My love is mine and I'm his. He feeds among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day breaks and the shadows run away, turn, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
Till the day breaks and the shadows run away, turn, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
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.