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!
And the vines with the tender grapes
Give a good smell.
Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away!
14 “O my adove, in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the cliff,
Let me see your1 face,
bLet me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your face is lovely.”
In the secret places of the cliff,
Let me see your1 face,
bLet me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your face is lovely.”
Her Brothers
The Shulamite
(To Her Beloved)
17 aUntil the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved,
And be blike a gazelle
Or a young stag
Upon the mountains of1 Bether.
And the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved,
And be blike a gazelle
Or a young stag
Upon the mountains of1 Bether.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
Book Notes:
Robertson's Book Notes (NT)
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