Love Makes Everything Beautiful
She Speaks:
1 I am merely a rose
from the land of Sharon,
a lily from the valley.
He Speaks:
2 My darling, when compared
with other young women,
you are a lily among thorns.
She Speaks:
3 And you, my love,
are an apple tree
among trees of the forest.
Your shade brought me pleasure;
your fruit was sweet.
4 You led me to your banquet room
and showered me with love.
5 Refresh and strengthen me
with raisins and apples.
I am hungry for love!
6 Put your left hand under my head
and embrace me
with your right arm.
7 Young women of Jerusalem,
promise me by the power
of deer and gazelles
never to awaken love
before it is ready.
Winter Is Past
She Speaks:
8 I hear the voice
of the one I love,
as he comes leaping
over mountains and hills
9 like a deer or a gazelle.
Now he stands outside our wall,
looking through the window
10 and speaking to me.
He Speaks:
My darling, I love you!
Let's go away together.
11 Winter is past,
the rain has stopped;
12 flowers cover the earth,
it's time to sing.
The cooing of doves
is heard in our land.
13 Fig trees are bearing fruit,
while blossoms on grapevines
fill the air with perfume.
My darling, I love you!
Let's go away together.
14 You are my dove
hiding among the rocks
on the side of a cliff.
Let me see how lovely you are!
Let me hear the sound
of your melodious voice.
15 Our vineyards are in blossom;
we must catch the little foxes
that destroy the vineyards.
She Speaks:
16 My darling, I am yours,
and you are mine,
as you feed your sheep
among the lilies.
17 Pretend to be a young deer
dancing on mountain slopes
until daylight comes
and shadows fade away.
1 I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys. 2 Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters. 3 Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth. 4 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me. 5 Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue. 6 His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me. 7 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please. 8 It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles. 9 My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates. 10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way. 11 For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away. 12 The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land. 13 The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away. 14 My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely. 15 Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes. 16 My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies, 17 Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.