Song of Solomon 2:8–5:1
8 The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes,
leaping yover the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
9 My beloved is like za gazelle
or a young stag.
Behold, there he stands
behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
looking through the lattice.
10 My beloved speaks and says to me:
a“Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away,
11 for behold, the winter is past;
bthe rain is over and gone.
12 cThe flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing4 has come,
and the voice of dthe turtledove
is heard in our land.
13 eThe fig tree ripens its figs,
and fthe vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
gArise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away.
14 O my hdove, in the iclefts of the rock,
in the crannies of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me jhear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is klovely.
the little foxes
that spoil the vineyards,
ffor our vineyards are in blossom.”
16 mMy beloved is mine, and I am his;
17 Until othe day breathes
and pthe shadows flee,
turn, my beloved, be like qa gazelle
or a young stag on cleft mountains.7
3 On my bed rby night
I sought shim whom my soul loves;
tI sought him, but found him not.
2 I will rise now and go about the city,
in uthe streets and in the squares;
I will seek shim whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but found him not.
3 vThe watchmen found me
as they went about in the city.
“Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
when I found shim whom my soul loves.
I wheld him, and would not let him go
until I had xbrought him into my mother’s house,
and into the chamber of yher who conceived me.
5 zI adjure you, aO daughters of Jerusalem,
bby the gazelles or the does of the field,
that you not stir up or awaken love
until it pleases.
Solomon Arrives for the Wedding
6 cWhat is that coming up from the wilderness
like dcolumns of smoke,
perfumed with emyrrh and frankincense,
with all the fragrant powders of a merchant?
7 Behold, it is the litter1 of Solomon!
Around it are fsixty gmighty men,
some of the mighty men of Israel,
and expert in war,
each with his hsword at his thigh,
against iterror by night.
9 King Solomon made himself a carriage2
from the wood of Lebanon.
10 He made its posts of silver,
its back of gold, its seat of purple;
its interior was inlaid with love
by jthe daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Go out, O kdaughters of Zion,
and look upon King Solomon,
with the crown with which his mother crowned him
on lthe day of his wedding,
on the day of the gladness of his heart.
Solomon Admires His Bride’s Beauty
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4 Behold, myou are beautiful, my love,
behold, you are beautiful!
nYour eyes are doves
obehind your veil.
pYour hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down qthe slopes of Gilead.
2 Your rteeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
that have come up from the washing,
all of which bear twins,
and not one among them has lost its young.
3 Your lips are like sa scarlet thread,
and your mouth is tlovely.
Your ucheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
obehind your veil.
4 Your vneck is like the tower of David,
on it xhang a thousand shields,
all of ythem shields of warriors.
5 Your ztwo breasts are like two afawns,
twins of a gazelle,
that bgraze among the lilies.
6 cUntil the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
I will go away to the mountain of dmyrrh
and the hill of dfrankincense.
7 eYou are altogether beautiful, my love;
there is no fflaw in you.
8 gCome with me from hLebanon, my ibride;
come with me from hLebanon.
Depart2 from the peak of Amana,
from the peak of jSenir and kHermon,
from the dens of lions,
from the mountains of leopards.
9 You have captivated my heart, my lsister, my bride;
you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one mjewel of your necklace.
10 How beautiful is your love, my lsister, my bride!
How much nbetter is your love than wine,
and othe fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11 Your plips drip nectar, my bride;
qhoney and milk are under your tongue;
the fragrance of your garments is rlike the fragrance of hLebanon.
12 A garden locked is my lsister, my bride,
a spring locked, sa fountain tsealed.
13 Your shoots are uan orchard of pomegranates
with all vchoicest fruits,
14 nard and saffron, ycalamus and ycinnamon,
with all trees of zfrankincense,
with all ychoice spices—
15 a garden fountain, a well of cliving water,
and flowing streams from hLebanon.
and come, O south wind!
Blow upon my dgarden,
let its spices flow.
Together in the Garden of Love
She
eLet my beloved come to his fgarden,
and eat its vchoicest fruits.
5 I gcame to my garden, my hsister, my bride,
I gathered my imyrrh with my spice,
I ate my jhoneycomb with my honey,
I kdrank my wine with my milk.
Others
Eat, lfriends, drink,
and be drunk with love!