13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grapes
Give a good smell.
Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away!

14 “O my (A)dove, in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the cliff,
Let me see your [a]face,
(B)Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your face is lovely.”

Her Brothers

15 Catch us (C)the foxes,
The little foxes that spoil the vines,
For our vines have tender grapes.

Read full chapter

Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 2:14 Lit. appearance

13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;(A)
    the blossoming(B) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”

He

14 My dove(C) 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.(D)
15 Catch for us the foxes,(E)
    the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,(F)
    our vineyards that are in bloom.(G)

Read full chapter