She
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon,
a lily of the valleys.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
He
Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women.
Like a lily among thorns
is my darling among the young women.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
She
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste. Let him lead me to the banquet hall, and let his banner over me be love. Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love. His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me. Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest
is my beloved among the young men.
I delight to sit in his shade,
and his fruit is 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.
Let him lead me to the banquet hall,
and let his banner over me be love.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Strengthen me with raisins,
refresh me with apples,
for I am faint with love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
His left arm is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
until it so desires.
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.
She, of his coming
Listen. My beloved. Look. Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look. There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. My beloved spoke and said to me, Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. See. The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me. My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me 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 ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom. My beloved is mine and I am his; he browses among the lilies. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the rugged hills.
Listen. My beloved.
Look. Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Look. There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
peering 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 beloved spoke and said to me,
Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, come with me.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
See. The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
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 forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.
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 in the clefts of the rock,
in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
let me hear your voice;
for 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 for us the foxes,
the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,
our vineyards that are in bloom.
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 browses among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day breaks
and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved,
and be like a gazelle
or like a young stag
on the rugged hills.
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.