Song of Songs 2:15
Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines, for our vines have tender grapes.
Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines, for our vines have tender grapes.
Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.
Gett vs the foxes, yee the litle foxes that hurte ye vynes, for oure vynes beare blossoms.
Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
Get vs the foxes, yea the litle foxes that hurt the vines: for our vines beare blossomes.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
Catch for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved
Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes -- destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved
The Foxes in the VineyardThe Beloved to Her Lover: Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes, that ruin the vineyards– for our vineyard is in bloom.
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16My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.
17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer upon the mountains of Bether.
12The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.
8I said, I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;
9And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, flowing gently, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12Let us rise early to the vineyards, let us see if the vine has flourished, if the tender grapes appear, and the pomegranates blossom. There I will give you my love.
1Now I will sing to my beloved a song of my beloved concerning his vineyard. My beloved has a vineyard on a very fruitful hill:
2And he fenced it, and removed its stones, and planted it with the choicest vine, and built a tower in the midst of it, and also made a winepress in it: and he expected it to bring forth grapes, but it brought forth wild grapes.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
15Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
13You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: cause me to hear it.
14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
7I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the does of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; blow upon my garden, that the spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
12A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
8Come 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.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
18Because of Mount Zion, which is desolate, the foxes walk upon it.
18Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us delight ourselves with love.
5I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
12Why have you then broken down its hedges, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?
13The boar out of the woods destroys it, and the wild beasts of the field devour it.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
19Let her be as the loving deer and graceful doe; let her breasts satisfy you at all times; and be ravished always with her love.
7Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon. Why should I be like one who turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the trail of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
3As the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
8We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day she is spoken for?
5For before the harvest, when the bud is perfect, and the sour grape is ripening in the flower, he shall both cut off the sprigs with pruning hooks, and take away and cut down the branches.
5Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
5Sustain me with raisins, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.
4Draw me, we will run after you; the king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine; the upright love you.
4O Israel, your prophets are like the foxes in the deserts.
5And now, I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard: I will take away its hedge, and it shall be eaten up; break down its wall, and it shall be trampled down:
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
1Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have dove's eyes within your locks: your hair is like a flock of goats, appearing from Mount Gilead.