American Standard Version of 1901
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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 hartUpon the {Or, mountains of separation}mountains of {Perhaps, the spice malobathron.}Bether.
Jehovah thy God is in the midst of thee, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will {Hebrew: be silent.}rest in his love; he will joy over thee with singing.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,By the roes, or by the hinds of the field,That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,Until {Or, it Or, she}he please.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, {Hebrew: Why should ye stir up? or why &c.}That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,Until {Or, it Or, she}he please.
For thy servants take pleasure in her stones,And have pity upon her dust.
So the nations shall fear the name of Jehovah,And all the kings of the earth thy glory.
{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;