Cânticos 2— comparação

1Eu sou a rosa de Sarom,

2Como um lírio entre os espinhos,

3Como a macieira entre as árvores do bosque,

4Ele me levou à sala do banquete.

5Sustentem-me com passas,

6A sua mão esquerda está debaixo da minha cabeça.

7Eu conjuro vocês, filhas de Jerusalém,

8A voz do meu amado!

9O meu amado é como uma gazela ou um cervo novo.

10O meu amado falou, e me disse:

11Pois eis que o inverno passou.

12As flores aparecem na terra.

13A figueira amadurece os seus figos verdes.

14Minha pomba nas fendas da rocha,

15Apanhem para nós as raposas,

16O meu amado é meu, e eu sou dele.

17Até que o dia refresque, e as sombras fujam,

1I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover

2As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

3As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.

4He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.

5Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.

6His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

7I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

9My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

10My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

11For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

12The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.” Lover

14My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.

15Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved

16My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

17Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.