Lectionary Calendar
Sunday, November 24th, 2024
the Week of Christ the King / Proper 29 / Ordinary 34
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American Standard Version

Song of Solomon 2

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1 I am a [a]rose of [b]Sharon,
A lily of the valleys.

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

3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood,
So is my beloved among the sons.
I [c]sat down under his shadow with great delight,
And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the [d]banqueting-house,
And his banner over me was love.
5 Stay ye me with [e]raisins, refresh me with apples;
For I am sick from love.
6 [f]His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand doth embrace me.

7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the [g]roes, or by the hinds of the field,
That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
Until [h]he please.

8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh,
Leaping upon the mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a [i]roe or a young hart:
Behold, he standeth behind our wall;
He looketh in at the windows;
He glanceth through the lattice.

10 My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, lo, the winter is past;
The rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the [j]singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
13 The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs,
And the vines are in blossom;
They give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
In the covert of the steep place,
Let me see thy countenance,
Let me hear thy voice;
For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes,
That spoil the vineyards;
For our vineyards are in blossom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his:
He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
17 [k]Until the day [l]be cool, and the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a [m]roe or a young hart
Upon the [n]mountains of [o]Bether.

 
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