Song of Songs 2:11
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
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12The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;
13The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.
14O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
7I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
8The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
9My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
10My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
15You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
16Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
1Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?
2My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.
3I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.
16My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
10I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
11Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
12Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.
2I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.
14My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
15See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
16See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
1I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
3As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
22Have no fear, you beasts of the field, for the grass-lands of the waste are becoming green, for the trees are producing fruit, the fig-tree and the vine give out their strength.
23Be glad, then, you children of Zion, and have joy in the Lord your God: for he gives you food in full measure, making the rain come down for you, the early and the late rain as at the first.
6How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
12A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
13You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
14Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
6Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
7Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?
6I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.
10For as the rain comes down, and the snow from heaven, and does not go back again, but gives water to the earth, and makes it fertile, giving seed to the planter, and bread for food;
1Let me make a song about my loved one, a song of love for his vine-garden. My loved one had a vine-garden on a fertile hill:
1See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
1The waste land and the dry places will be glad; the lowland will have joy and be full of flowers.
2It will be flowering like the rose; it will be full of delight and songs; the glory of Lebanon will be given to it; the pride of Carmel and Sharon: they will see the glory of the Lord, the power of our God.
20The grain-cutting is past, the summer is ended, and no salvation has come to us.
2Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
11I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.
5I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
6Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
5Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
18Come, let us take our pleasure in love till the morning, having joy in love's delights.
5Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.