Song of Solomon 2 Parallel Bible Translations

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Geneva Bible of 1587
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English Standard Version
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1 I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie 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 Like a lilie amog 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 the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, & sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth. 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 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me. 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 Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of 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 His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me. 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 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please. 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 It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles. 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 My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates. 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 welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way. 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 For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away. 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 flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land. 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 figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away. 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 My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely. 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 Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes. 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 welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies, 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 Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether. 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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