Canticum canticorum

I am my beloved's
and his desire is for me.
Come my beloved,
let us go forth into the fields,
and lodge in the villages;
let us go out early to the vineyards,
and see whether the vines have budded,
whether the grape blossoms have opened
and the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance,
and over our doors are all choice fruits,
new as well as old,
which I have laid up for you, O my beloved

Who is that coming up from the wilderness,
leaning upon her beloved?

Under the apple tree I awakened you.
There you mother was in travail with you.
there she bore you was in travail.

Set me a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arms;
for love is as strong as death,
jealousy is cruel as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
a most vehement flame.
Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it.
If a man offered for love
all the wealth of his house,
it would be utterly scorned.

Make haste, my beloved,
and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
upon the mountain of spices.



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