I am a {Hebrew: habazzeleth, the autumn crocus.}rose of {Or, the plain}Sharon,
A lily of the valleys.
As a lily among thorns,
So is my love among the daughters.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood,
So is my beloved among the sons.
I {Hebrew: delighted and sat down &c.}sat down under his shadow with great delight,
And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the {Hebrew: house of wine.}banqueting-house,
And his banner over me was love.
Stay ye me with {Hebrew: cakes of raisins.}raisins, refresh me with apples;
For I am sick from love.
{Or, Let his left hand be &c.}His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand doth embrace me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the {Or, gazelles}roes, or by the hinds of the field,
That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
Until {Or, it Or, she}he please.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh,
Leaping upon the mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a {Or, gazelle}roe or a young hart:
Behold, he standeth behind our wall;
He looketh in at the windows;
He glanceth through the lattice.
My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past;
The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the {Or, pruning of vines}singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs,
And the vines are in blossom;
They give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes,
That spoil the vineyards;
For our vineyards are in blossom.
My beloved is mine, and I am his:
He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
{Or, When the day is cool}Until the day {Or, break Hebrew: breathe}be cool, and the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a {Or, gazelle}roe or a young hart
Upon the {Or, mountains of separation}mountains of {Perhaps, the spice malobathron.}Bether.
Querverweise zu Hohelied 2,17 Hld 2,17
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,And to the hill of frankincense.
who serve that which is a copy and shadow of the heavenly things, even as Moses is warned of God when he is about to {Or, complete}make the tabernacle: for, {Exodus 25:40.}See, saith he, that thou make all things according to the pattern that was showed thee in the mount.
My beloved is like a {Or, gazelle}roe or a young hart:Behold, he standeth behind our wall;He looketh in at the windows;He glanceth through the lattice.
Because of the {Or, heart of mercy}tender mercy of our God, {Or, Wherein}Whereby the dayspring from on high {Many ancient authorities read hath visited us.}shall visit us,
For the law having a shadow of the good things to come, not the very image of the things, {Many ancient authorities read they can.}can never with the same sacrifices year by year, which they offer continually, make perfect them that draw nigh.
{Hebrew: Flee.}Make haste, my beloved,And be thou like to a {Or, gazelle}roe or to a young hartUpon the mountains of spices.
The night is far spent, and the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armor of light.
And we have the word of prophecy made more sure; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a lamp shining in a {Greek: squalid.}dark place, until the day dawn, and the day-star arise in your hearts: