The Bride Adores Her Beloved

Song of Solomon 2

The Shulamite

8 The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes
Leaping upon the mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.
9 d My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Behold, he stands behind our wall;
He is looking through the windows,
Gazing through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me:
"Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away.
11 For lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grapes
Give a good smell.
Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away!
14 "O my e dove, in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the cliff,
Let me see your 1 face,
f Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your face is lovely."

Her Brothers

15 Catch us g the foxes,
The little foxes that spoil the vines,
For our vines have tender grapes.

The Shulamite

16 h My beloved is mine, and I am his.
He feeds his flock among the lilies.

(To Her Beloved)

17 i Until the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved,
And be j like a gazelle
Or a young stag
Upon the mountains of 2 Bether.

New King James Version (NKJV) Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.
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