Immerse: Poets Full Volume - Flipbook - Page 197
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S on g o f S on g s
Strengthen me with raisin cakes,
refresh me with apples,
for I am weak with love.
His left arm is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.
Promise me, O women of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and wild deer,
not to awaken love until the time is right.
Ah, I hear my lover coming!
He is leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My lover is like a swift gazelle
or a young stag.
Look, there he is behind the wall,
looking through the window,
peering into the room.
My lover said to me,
“Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!
Look, the winter is past,
and the rains are over and gone.
The flowers are springing up,
the season of singing birds has come,
and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.
The fig trees are forming young fruit,
and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.
Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!”
My dove is hiding behind the rocks,
behind an outcrop on the cliff.
Let me see your face;
let me hear your voice.
For your voice is pleasant,
and your face is lovely.
Catch all the foxes,
those little foxes,
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