The Beloved’s Request

The Shulamite

8 The voice of my beloved!

Behold, he comes

Leaping upon the mountains,

Skipping upon the hills.

9 dMy 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 edove, in the clefts of the rock,

In the secret places of the cliff,

Let me see your 3face,

fLet me hear your voice;

For your voice is sweet,

And your face is lovely.”

Her Brothers

15 Catch us gthe foxes,

The little foxes that spoil the vines,

For our vines have tender grapes.

The Shulamite

16 hMy beloved is mine, and I am his.

He feeds his flock among the lilies.

(To Her Beloved)

17 iUntil the day breaks

And the shadows flee away,

Turn, my beloved,

And be jlike a gazelle

Or a young stag

Upon the mountains of 4Bether.