Ketuvim
Shir HaShirim2
Song of Songs · Chapter 2
I
am the rose of Sharon,
and the lily of the valleys.
As the 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 sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit
was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me
was
love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I
am sick of love.
His left hand
is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Yerushalayim, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake
my love, till he please.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself 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 singing
of birds
is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines
with
the tender grape give a
good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove,
that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret
places of the stairs, 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 vines: for our vines
have tender grapes.
My beloved
is mine, and I
am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Ketuvim
Shir HaShirim3
Song of Songs · Chapter 3
By night on my bed I sought him whom my nephesh loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my nephesh loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
The watchmen that go about the city found me:
to whom I said,
Saw ye him whom my nephesh loveth?
It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my nephesh loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Yerushalayim, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake
my love, till he please.
Who
is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
Behold his bed, which
is Shelomoh’s; threescore valiant men
are about it, of the valiant of Yisra'el.
They all hold swords,
being expert in war: every man
hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
King Shelomoh made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
He made the pillars thereof
of silver, the bottom thereof
of gold, the covering of it
of purple, the midst thereof being paved
with love, for the daughters of Yerushalayim.
Go forth, O ye daughters of Tsiyon, and behold king Shelomoh with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Ketuvim
Shir HaShirim4
Song of Songs · Chapter 4
Behold, thou
art fair, my love; behold, thou
art
fair; thou
hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair
is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Thy teeth
are like a flock
of sheep that are even
shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none
is barren among them.
Thy lips
are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech
is comely: thy temples
are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy neck
is like the tower of Dawid builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Thy two breasts
are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Thou
art all fair, my love;
there is no spot in thee.
Come with me from Lebanon,
my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister,
my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, my sister,
my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Thy lips, O
my spouse, drop
as the honeycomb: honey and milk
are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments
is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden inclosed
is my sister,
my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy plants
are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden,
that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.