Song of Solomon 2:14–17

14 My dove in the clefts of the rock,

in the hiding places on the mountainside,

show me your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

15 Catch for us the foxes,

the little foxes

that ruin the vineyards,

our vineyards that are in bloom.

16 My beloved is mine and I am his;

he browses among the lilies.

17 Until the day breaks

and the shadows flee,

turn, my beloved,

and be like a gazelle

or like a young stag

on the rugged hills.

14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs,

Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice;

For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

15 Take us the foxes,

The little foxes, that spoil the vines:

For our vines have tender grapes.

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his:

He feedeth among the lilies.

17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away,

Turn, my beloved,

And be thou like a roe or a young hart

Upon the mountains of Bether.

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.

15 Catch all the foxes,

those little foxes,

before they ruin the vineyard of love,

for the grapevines are blossoming!

16 My lover is mine, and I am his.

He browses among the lilies.

17 Before the dawn breezes blow

and the night shadows flee,

return to me, my love, like a gazelle

or a young stag on the rugged mountains.

14 “O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,

In the secret places of the cliff,

Let me see your face,

Let me hear your voice;

For your voice is sweet,

And your face is lovely.”

15 Catch us the foxes,

The little foxes that spoil the vines,

For our vines have tender grapes.

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his.

He feeds his flock among the lilies.

17 Until the day breaks

And the shadows flee away,

Turn, my beloved,

And be like a gazelle

Or a young stag

Upon the mountains of Bether.

14 My beloved is like a dove hiding in the cracks of the rock,

in the secret places of the cliff.

Show me your face,

and let me hear your voice.

Your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

15 Catch the foxes for us—

the little foxes that ruin the vineyards

while they are in blossom.

16 My lover is mine, and I am his.

He feeds among the lilies

17 until the day dawns

and the shadows disappear.

Turn, my lover.

Be like a gazelle or a young deer

on the mountain valleys.

14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,

In the covert of the steep place,

Let me see thy countenance,

Let me hear thy voice;

For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes,

That spoil the vineyards;

For our vineyards are in blossom.

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his:

He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

17 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,

Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart

Upon the mountains of Bether.

14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. 15 Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom. 16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth his flock among the lilies, 17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.

14 My dove, in the hiding places of the rocky crevices, 

in the secret places of the cliffs, 

let me see your figure and hear your voice. 

Your voice is sweet, and your figure is lovely.” 

15 Catch the foxes for us, 

the little foxes that ruin vineyards. 

Our vineyards are blooming. 

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. 

He is the one who grazes his flock among the lilies. 

17 When the day brings a cooling breeze and the shadows flee, 

turn around, my beloved. 

Run like a gazelle or a young stag 

on the mountains that separate us! 

14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the crevices of the cliff,

let me see your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

15 Catch the foxes for us —

the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—

for our vineyards are in bloom.

16 My love is mine and I am his;

he feeds among the lilies.

17 Before the day breaks

and the shadows flee,

turn to me, my love, and be like a gazelle

or a young stag on the divided mountains.

14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the covert of the cliff,

let me see your face;

let me hear your voice,

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

15 Catch us the foxes,

the little foxes,

that ruin the vineyards—

for our vineyards are in blossom.”

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his;

he pastures his flock among the lilies.

17 Until the day breathes

and the shadows flee,

turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle

or a young stag on the cleft mountains.

14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the secluded place in the mountain,

Let me see your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.

15 Catch for us the foxes,

the little foxes destroying vineyards,

for our vineyards are in blossom!

16 My beloved belongs to me and I belong to him;

he pastures his flock among the lilies.

17 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,

turn, my beloved!

Be like a gazelle or young stag on the cleft mountains.

14 “You are like a dove in an opening in the rocks.

You are like a dove in a hiding place on a mountainside.

Show me your face.

Let me hear your voice.

Your voice is so sweet.

Your face is so lovely.

15 Catch the foxes for us.

Catch the little foxes.

They destroy our vineyards.

The vineyards are in bloom.”

The woman says,

16 “My love belongs to me, and I belong to him.

Like an antelope, he eats among the lilies.

17 Until the day begins

and the shadows fade away,

turn to me, my love.

Be like an antelope

or like a young deer

on the rocky hills.

14 “O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,

In the secret place of the steep pathway,

Let me see your form,

Let me hear your voice;

For your voice is sweet,

And your form is lovely.”

15 “Catch the foxes for us,

The little foxes that are ruining the vineyards,

While our vineyards are in blossom.”

16 “My beloved is mine, and I am his;

He pastures his flock among the lilies.

17 “Until the cool of the day when the shadows flee away,

Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle

Or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.”