Study Desk

"His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me."

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

"Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, That you will not disturb or awaken my love Until she pleases."

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

"Listen! My beloved! Behold, he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, Jumping on the hills!

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

"My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he is standing behind our wall, He is looking through the windows, He is peering through the lattice.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

"My beloved responded and said to me, 'Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

'For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

'The blossoms have already appeared in the land; The time has arrived for pruning the vines, And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

'The fig tree has ripened its fruit, And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance. Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along!'"

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

"My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding place of the mountain pathway, Let me see how you look, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is pleasant, And you look delightful."

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.

"Catch the foxes for us, The little foxes that are ruining the vineyards, While our vineyards are in blossom."

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

"My beloved is mine, and I am his; He pastures his flock among the lilies.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

"Until the cool of the day, when the shadows flee, Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle Or a young stag on the mountains of Bether."

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.