Chapter 2
Song of Solomon 2
I Am the rose of Sharon, and the lillie of the valleys.
GenevaI am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
אֲנִי֙ חֲבַצֶּ֣לֶת הַ/שָּׁר֔וֹן שֽׁוֹשַׁנַּ֖ת הָ/עֲמָקִֽים
As the lillie among thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
GenevaLike a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
כְּ/שֽׁוֹשַׁנָּה֙ בֵּ֣ין הַ/חוֹחִ֔ים כֵּ֥ן רַעְיָתִ֖/י בֵּ֥ין הַ/בָּנֽוֹת
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloued among the sonnes. I sate downe vnder his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweete to my taste.
GenevaLike the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
כְּ/תַפּ֨וּחַ֙ בַּ/עֲצֵ֣י הַ/יַּ֔עַר כֵּ֥ן דּוֹדִ֖/י בֵּ֣ין הַ/בָּנִ֑ים בְּ/צִלּ/וֹ֙ חִמַּ֣דְתִּי וְ/יָשַׁ֔בְתִּי וּ/פִרְי֖/וֹ מָת֥וֹק לְ/חִכִּֽ/י
Hee brought me to the banketting house, and his banner ouer mee, was loue.
GenevaHee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
הֱבִיאַ֨/נִי֙ אֶל בֵּ֣ית הַ/יָּ֔יִן וְ/דִגְל֥/וֹ עָלַ֖/י אַהֲבָֽה
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sicke of loue.
GenevaStay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
סַמְּכ֨וּ/נִי֙ בָּֽ/אֲשִׁישׁ֔וֹת רַפְּד֖וּ/נִי בַּ/תַּפּוּחִ֑ים כִּי חוֹלַ֥ת אַהֲבָ֖ה אָֽנִי
His left hand is vnder my head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
GenevaHis left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
שְׂמֹאל/וֹ֙ תַּ֣חַת לְ/רֹאשִׁ֔/י וִ/ימִינ֖/וֹ תְּחַבְּקֵֽ/נִי
I charge you, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, by the Roes, and by the hindes of the field, that ye stirre not vp, nor awake my loue, till she please.
GenevaI charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
הִשְׁבַּ֨עְתִּי אֶתְ/כֶ֜ם בְּנ֤וֹת יְרוּשָׁלִַ֨ם֙ בִּ/צְבָא֔וֹת א֖וֹ בְּ/אַיְל֣וֹת הַ/שָּׂדֶ֑ה אִם תָּעִ֧ירוּ וְֽ/אִם תְּעֽוֹרְר֛וּ אֶת הָ/אַהֲבָ֖ה עַ֥ד שֶׁ/תֶּחְפָּֽץ
¶ The voice of my beloued! behold! hee commeth leaping vpon the mountaines, skipping vpon the hils.
GenevaIt is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
ק֣וֹל דּוֹדִ֔/י הִנֵּה זֶ֖ה בָּ֑א מְדַלֵּג֙ עַל הֶ֣/הָרִ֔ים מְקַפֵּ֖ץ עַל הַ/גְּבָעֽוֹת
My beloued is like a Roe, or a yong Hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh foorth at the windowe, shewing himselfe through the lattesse.
GenevaMy welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
דּוֹמֶ֤ה דוֹדִ/י֙ לִ/צְבִ֔י א֖וֹ לְ/עֹ֣פֶר הָֽ/אַיָּלִ֑ים הִנֵּה זֶ֤ה עוֹמֵד֙ אַחַ֣ר כָּתְלֵ֔/נוּ מַשְׁגִּ֨יחַ֙ מִן הַֽ/חֲלֹּנ֔וֹת מֵצִ֖יץ מִן הַֽ/חֲרַכִּֽים
My beloued spake, and said vnto me, Rise vp, my Loue, my faire one, and come away.
GenevaMy welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
עָנָ֥ה דוֹדִ֖/י וְ/אָ֣מַר לִ֑/י ק֥וּמִי לָ֛/ךְ רַעְיָתִ֥/י יָפָתִ֖/י וּ/לְכִי לָֽ/ךְ
For loe, the winter is past, the raine is ouer, and gone.
GenevaFor beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
כִּֽי הִנֵּ֥ה ה/סתו עָבָ֑ר הַ/גֶּ֕שֶׁם חָלַ֖ף הָלַ֥ךְ לֽ/וֹ
The flowers appeare on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
GenevaThe flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
הַ/נִּצָּנִים֙ נִרְא֣וּ בָ/אָ֔רֶץ עֵ֥ת הַ/זָּמִ֖יר הִגִּ֑יעַ וְ/ק֥וֹל הַ/תּ֖וֹר נִשְׁמַ֥ע בְּ/אַרְצֵֽ/נוּ
The fig tree putteth foorth her greene figs, and the vines with the tender grape giue a good smell. Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come away.
GenevaThe figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
הַ/תְּאֵנָה֙ חָֽנְטָ֣ה פַגֶּ֔י/הָ וְ/הַ/גְּפָנִ֥ים סְמָדַ֖ר נָ֣תְנוּ רֵ֑יחַ ק֥וּמִי לכי רַעְיָתִ֥/י יָפָתִ֖/י וּ/לְכִי לָֽ/ךְ
¶ O my doue! that art in the clefts of the rocke, in the secret places of the staires: let me see thy countenance, let me heare thy voice, for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
GenevaMy doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
יוֹנָתִ֞/י בְּ/חַגְוֵ֣י הַ/סֶּ֗לַע בְּ/סֵ֨תֶר֙ הַ/מַּדְרֵגָ֔ה הַרְאִ֨י/נִי֙ אֶתּ מַרְאַ֔יִ/ךְ הַשְׁמִיעִ֖י/נִי אֶת קוֹלֵ֑/ךְ כִּי קוֹלֵ֥/ךְ עָרֵ֖ב וּ/מַרְאֵ֥י/ךְ נָאוֶֽה
Take vs the foxes, the litle foxes, that spoile the vines: for our vines haue tender grapes.
GenevaTake vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
אֶֽחֱזוּ לָ֨/נוּ֙ שֽׁוּעָלִ֔ים שֽׁוּעָלִ֥ים קְטַנִּ֖ים מְחַבְּלִ֣ים כְּרָמִ֑ים וּ/כְרָמֵ֖י/נוּ סְמָדַֽר
¶ My beloued is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lillies.
GenevaMy welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
דּוֹדִ֥/י לִ/י֙ וַ/אֲנִ֣י ל֔/וֹ הָ/רֹעֶ֖ה בַּ/שּׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים
Untill the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: turne my beloued and be thou like a Roe, or a yong Hart, vpon the mountaines of Bether.
GenevaVntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
עַ֤ד שֶׁ/יָּפ֨וּחַ֙ הַ/יּ֔וֹם וְ/נָ֖סוּ הַ/צְּלָלִ֑ים סֹב֩ דְּמֵה לְ/ךָ֨ דוֹדִ֜/י לִ/צְבִ֗י א֛וֹ לְ/עֹ֥פֶר הָ/אַיָּלִ֖ים עַל הָ֥רֵי בָֽתֶר
End of so chapter 2.