Song of Solomon 2 Parallel Bible Translations

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BISHOPS
Bishops' Bible of 1568
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1 I am the rose of the fielde, and lillie of the valleys, I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 As the lillie among the thornes: so is my loue among the daughters. As a lily among brambles, so is my love among the young women. Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women.
3 Like as the apple tree among the trees of the wood: so is my beloued among the sonnes. As an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 My delight is to sit vnder his shadowe, for his fruite is sweete vnto my throte. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Let him lead me to the banquet hall, and let his banner over me be love.
5 He bringeth me into his wine seller, his banner spread ouer me, whiche is his loue. Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am sick with love. Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6 Set about me cuppes of wine, comfort me with apples, for I am sicke of loue. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me! His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
7 His left hande lyeth vnder my head, and his right hande shall imbrace me. I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases. Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
8 I charge you (O ye daughters of Hierusalem) by the roes and hindes of the fiede, that ye wake not vp my loue, nor touche her, tyll she be content her selfe. The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills. Listen! My beloved! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 Me thinke I heare the voyce of my beloued: lo, there commeth he hopping vpon the mountaines, and leaping ouer the litle hilles. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, there he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, looking through the lattice. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 My beloued is lyke a roe or a young hart: beholde he standeth behinde our wall, he looketh in at the windowe, and peepeth thorowe the grace. My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away, My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me.
11 My beloued aunswered and sayd vnto me: O stande vp my loue, my beautifull, and go to thyne owne: for lo the winter is nowe past, the rayne is away and gone. for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.
12 The flowres are come vp in the field, the tyme of the byrdes singing is come, and the voyce of the turtle doue is hearde in our lande. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
13 The figge tree bryngeth foorth her figges, and the vines beare blossomes and haue a good smell. The fig tree ripens its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.”
14 O stande vp then and come my loue my beautifull, and come I say O my doue, out of the caues of the rockes, out of the holes of the wall, O let me see thy countenaunce and heare thy voyce: for sweete is thy voyce, and fayre is thy face. O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. 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 Get vs the foxes, yea the litle foxes that hurt the vines: for our vines beare blossomes. Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.” Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom.
16 My loue is mine, & I am his, whiche feedeth among the lillies vntill the day breake, and till the shadowes be gone: My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies. My beloved is mine and I am his; he browses among the lilies.
17 Come agayne O my beloued, and be lyke as a roe or a young hart vpon the wyde mountaines. Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on cleft mountains. 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.
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