sexta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2016

I am my bloved's and he is mine


Love Makes Everything Beautiful
She Speaks:
1 I am merely a rose from the land of Sharon, a lily from the valley.
He Speaks:
2 My darling, when compared with other young women, you are a lily among thorns.
She Speaks:
3 And you, my love, are an apple tree among trees of the forest.
Your shade brought me pleasure; your fruit was sweet.
4 You led me to your banquet room and showered me with love.
5 Refresh and strengthen me with raisins and apples.
I am hungry for love!
6 Put your left hand under my head and embrace me with your right arm.
7 Young women of Jerusalem, promise me by the power of deer and gazelles never to waken love before it is ready.
Winter Is Past
She Speaks:
8 I hear the voice of the one I love, as he comes leaping over mountains and hills 9 like a deer or a gazelle.
Now he stands outside our wall, looking through the window 10 and speaking to me.
He Speaks:
My darling, I love you!
Let's go away together.
11 Winter is past, the rain has stopped; 12 flowers cover the earth, it's time to sing.
The cooing of doves is heard in our land.
13 Fig trees are bearing fruit, while blossoms on grapevines fill the air with perfume.
My darling, I love you! Let's go away together.
14 You are my dove hiding among the rocks on the side of a cliff.
Let me see how lovely you are! Let me hear the sound of your melodious voice.
15 Our vineyards are in blossom; we must catch the little foxes that destroy the vineyards.
She Speaks:
16 My darling, I am yours, and you are mine, as you feed your sheep among the lilies.
17 Pretend to be a young deer dancing on mountain slopes until daylight comes and shadows fade away.