Young Woman
1 I am the spring crocus blooming on the Sharon Plain,a
the lily of the valley.
Young Man
1 I am the spring crocus blooming on the Sharon Plain,a
the lily of the valley.
Young Man
3 Like the finest apple tree in the orchard
is my lover among other young men.
I sit in his delightful shade
and taste his delicious fruit.
is my lover among other young men.
I sit in his delightful shade
and taste his delicious fruit.
4 He escorts me to the banquet hall;
it’s obvious how much he loves me.
it’s obvious how much he loves me.
6 His left arm is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.
and his right arm embraces me.
7 Promise me, O women of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and wild deer,
not to awaken love until the time is right.b
by the gazelles and wild deer,
not to awaken love until the time is right.b
9 My lover is like a swift gazelle
or a young stag.
Look, there he is behind the wall,
looking through the window,
peering into the room.
or a young stag.
Look, there he is behind the wall,
looking through the window,
peering into the room.
11 Look, the winter is past,
and the rains are over and gone.
and the rains are over and gone.
12 The flowers are springing up,
the season of singing birdsc has come,
and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.
the season of singing birdsc has come,
and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.
13 The fig trees are forming young fruit,
and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.
Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!”
Young Man
and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.
Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!”
Young Man
14 My dove is hiding behind the rocks,
behind an outcrop on the cliff.
Let me see your face;
let me hear your voice.
For your voice is pleasant,
and your face is lovely.
Young Women of Jerusalem
behind an outcrop on the cliff.
Let me see your face;
let me hear your voice.
For your voice is pleasant,
and your face is lovely.
Young Women of Jerusalem
15 Catch all the foxes,
those little foxes,
before they ruin the vineyard of love,
for the grapevines are blossoming!
Young Woman
those little foxes,
before they ruin the vineyard of love,
for the grapevines are blossoming!
Young Woman
16 My lover is mine, and I am his.
He browses among the lilies.
He browses among the lilies.
Song of Solomon, 2 chapter