TRV
Protecting the Vineyards of Love
Song of Solomon 2:15
Showing verse 15 with surrounding context.
12
The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
13
The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
14
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16
My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17
Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Settings