[The Shulamite]
I am truly his rose,
the very theme of his song.
I’m overshadowed by his love,
like a lily growing in the valley!
[The Shepherd-King]
Yes, you are my darling companion.
You stand out from all the rest.
For though the thorns surround you,
you remain as pure as a lily,
more than all others.
[The Shulamite]
My beloved is to me
the most fragrant apple tree—
he stands above the sons of men.
Sitting under his grace-shadow,
I blossom in his shade,
enjoying the sweet taste of
his pleasant, delicious fruit,
resting with delight
where his glory never fades.
Suddenly, he transported me
into his house of wine—
he looked upon me with
his unrelenting love divine.
Revive me with your raisin cakes.
Refresh me again with your apples.
Help me and hold me,
for I am lovesick!
I am longing for more—
yet how could I take more?
His left hand cradles my head
while his right hand holds me close.
I am at rest in this love.
[The Shepherd-King]
Promise me, Jerusalem maidens,
by the gentle gazelles and delicate deer,
that you’ll not disturb my love
until she is ready to arise.
[The Shulamite]
Listen! I hear my lover’s voice.
I know it’s him coming to me—
leaping with joy over mountains,
skipping in love over the hills
that separate us, to come to me.
Let me describe him:
he is graceful as a gazelle,
swift as a wild stag.
Now he comes closer,
even to the places where I hide.
He gazes into my soul,
peering through the portal
as he blossoms within my heart.
[The Shepherd-King]
The one I love calls to me:
Arise, my dearest.
Hurry, my darling.
Come away with me!
I have come as you have asked
to draw you to my heart
and lead you out.
For now is the time, my beautiful one.
The season has changed,
the bondage of your barren winter has ended,
and the season of hiding is over and gone.
The rains have soaked the earth
and left it bright with blossoming flowers.
The season for singing
and pruning the vines has arrived.
I hear the cooing of doves in our land,
filling the air with songs to awaken you
and guide you forth.
Can you not discern this new day of destiny
breaking forth around you?
The early signs of my purposes and plans
are bursting forth.
The budding vines of new life
are now blooming everywhere.
The fragrance of their flowers whispers,
“There is change in the air.”
Arise, my love, my beautiful companion,
and run with me to the higher place.
For now is the time
to arise and come away with me.
For you are my dove,
hidden in the split-open rock.
It was I who took you and hid you up high
in the secret stairway of the sky.
Let me see your radiant face
and hear your sweet voice.
How beautiful your eyes of worship
and lovely your voice in prayer.
You must catch the troubling foxes,
those sly little foxes that hinder our relationship.
For they raid our budding vineyard of love
to ruin what I’ve planted within you.
Will you catch them and remove them for me?
We will do it together.
[The Shulamite]
I know my lover is mine
and I have everything in you,
for we delight ourselves in each other.
But until the day springs to life
and the shifting shadows of fear disappear,
turn around, my lover, and ascend
to the holy mountains of separation without me.
Until the new day fully dawns,
run on ahead like the graceful gazelle
and skip like the young stag
over the mountains of separation.
Go on ahead to the mountain of spices—
I’ll come away another time.
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