Song of Songs 6:11
The Return to the VineyardsThe Lover to His Beloved: I went down to the orchard of walnut trees, to look for the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines had budded or if the pomegranates were in bloom.
The Return to the VineyardsThe Lover to His Beloved: I went down to the orchard of walnut trees, to look for the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines had budded or if the pomegranates were in bloom.
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10Poetic Refrain: Mutual PossessionThe Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved’s, and he desires me!
11The Journey to the CountrysideThe Beloved to Her Lover: Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
12Let us rise early to go to the vineyards, to see if the vines have budded, to see if their blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom– there I will give you my love.
13The mandrakes send out their fragrance; over our door is every delicacy, both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.
1The Lost Lover FoundThe Maidens to the Beloved: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned? Tell us, that we may seek him with you.
2The Beloved to the Maidens: My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the flowerbeds of balsam spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3Poetic Refrain: Mutual PossessionThe Beloved about Her Lover: I am my lover’s and my lover is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
12The Wedding Night: The Delightful GardenThe Lover to His Beloved: You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride; you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.
13Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranates with choice fruits: henna with nard,
6How beautiful you are! How lovely, O love, with your delights!
7The Palm Tree and the Palm Tree ClimberThe Lover to His Beloved: Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.
8I want to climb the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your breath be like apples!
12I was beside myself with joy! There please give me your myrrh, O daughter of my princely people.
5I designed royal gardens and parks for myself, and I planted all kinds of fruit trees in them.
6I constructed pools of water for myself, to irrigate my grove of flourishing trees.
1The Lover to His Beloved: I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk!The Poet to the Couple: Eat, friends, and drink! Drink freely, O lovers!
2The Trials of Love: The Beloved’s Dream of Losing Her LoverThe Beloved about Her Lover: I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming. Listen! My lover is knocking at the door! The Lover to His Beloved:“Open for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one! My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16The Beloved to Her Lover: Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind! Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell. May my beloved come into his garden and eat its delightful fruit!
3The Beloved about Her Lover: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
10“Who is this who appears like the dawn? Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as the stars in procession?”
13The fig tree has ripened its figs, the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance. Arise, come away my darling; my beautiful one, come away with me!”
14The Dove in the Clefts of En GediThe Lover to His Beloved: O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountain crags, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
6Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
6For at the window of my house through my window lattice I looked out
1A Love Song Gone Sour I will sing to my love– a song to my lover about his vineyard. My love had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
14My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En Gedi.
6Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has burned my skin. My brothers were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards. Alas, my own vineyard I could not keep!
7The Shepherd and the ShepherdessThe Beloved to Her Lover: Tell me, O you whom my heart loves, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat? Tell me lest I wander around beside the flocks of your companions!
8The Lover to His Beloved: If you do not know, O most beautiful of women, simply follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your little lambs beside the tents of the shepherds.
5I arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh– my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.
6I opened for my beloved, but my lover had already turned and gone away. I fell into despair when he departed. I looked for him but did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.
7The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen on the walls!
2“I will arise and look all around throughout the town, and throughout the streets and squares; I will search for my beloved.” I searched for him but I did not find him.
3The night watchmen found me– the ones who guard the city walls.“Have you seen my beloved?”
4Scarcely had I passed them by when I found my beloved! I held onto him tightly and would not let him go until I brought him to my mother’s house, to the bedroom chamber of the one who conceived me.
13Epilogue: The Lover’s Request and His Beloved’s InvitationThe Lover to His Beloved: O you who stay in the gardens, my companions are listening attentively for your voice; let me be the one to hear it!
2I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house, the one who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
5The Awakening of LoveThe Maidens about His Beloved: Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved?The Beloved to Her Lover: Under the apple tree I aroused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth.
6The Royal Wedding ProcessionThe Speaker: Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, like a fragrant billow of myrrh and frankincense, every kind of fragrant powder of the traveling merchants?
7Like a slice of pomegranate is your forehead behind your veil.
12The vine has dried up; the fig tree languishes– the pomegranate, date, and apple as well. In fact, all the trees of the field have dried up. Indeed, the joy of the people has dried up!
1The Lily among the Thorns and the Apple Tree in the ForestThe Beloved to Her Lover: I am a meadow flower from Sharon, a lily from the valleys.
11Its branches reached the Mediterranean Sea, and its shoots the Euphrates River.
12Why did you break down its walls, so that all who pass by pluck its fruit?
10The Season of Love and the Song of the TurtledoveThe Lover to His Beloved: My lover spoke to me, saying:“Arise, my darling; My beautiful one, come away with me!
5Turn your eyes away from me– they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.
10The Beloved: I was a wall, and my breasts were like fortress towers. Then I found favor in his eyes.
11Come out, O maidens of Zion, and gaze upon King Solomon! He is wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, on the most joyous day of his life!
30I passed by the field of a sluggard, by the vineyard of one who lacks sense.