Song of Songs

10 My beloved, he spoke, he said to me, “Come, rise, my love, my beautiful one, 11 Jet us leave. Winter is over. The rains have passed and left us. On the land, buds have appeared. The songbirds’ time has come, and 650 58 13. call sounds over our land. The fig has put out her young fruits, and the flowering vines give scent — so come, rise, my love, my beautiful one, let us leave.” 14 [He] My dove, in the rock’s cleft, in the cliff 8 shadow - show me your face, let me hear your voice, for it is lovely, your voice; your face so fair. 1s [She] Catch the foxes, the little foxes, ravaging the vineyards, just as our vine- 16 yard is in flower. My beloved is my own and I am his, who pastures among 17 lilies. Until the day has breathed its light and the shadows have flown, turn like a gazelle, my beloved, turn like a young deer, to the riven hills. 31 [She] Upon my bed at night I search for the one I love; I search for him, I do 2 not find him. I shall rise, I shall go all around the town, through the streets, across the squares; I am searching for the one I love - I search for him, I do 3 not find him. The guards find me, those who go around the town: “The one 4 that I love - have you seen him?” I have scarcely moved away from them when I find the one I love. I catch hold of him; I will not let him go, until I have brought him to my mother’s house, to the chamber where I was con- S$ ceived. Swear to me, daughters of Jerusalem, by the she-gazelles, by the does of the field; swear that you will not waken, will not rouse, this love before its time. 6 [Friends] Who is this, rising from the desert, like plumes of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, and all the merchants’ powders? 7 Here stands Solomon's bed, sixty soldiers all around it, heroes of Israel. Each carrying his sword, each learned in war, each with his sword at his thigh 2 for very fear at night. King Solomon built a palace of Lebanon wood; He plated the pillars with silver, made the pillows of gold; his couch is purple גו silk, and all the space is lined with love by the daughters of Jerusalem. Go out and see, daughters of Zion, look at Solomon the king, in the crown his mother gave to him, on this his wedding day; on the day his heart rejoiced. 41 [He] How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful, your eyes like doves seen through your tresses; your hair like a flock of goats flowing down Mount 2 Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, rising up from cleaning, each bear- 3 ing twins, two and two, not one among them lost. Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your speech is fair; your forehead, like a pomegranate glowing