Song of Solomon 2:14

12 The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.

13 The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”

O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.

15 Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.

16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

Les gjerne versene rundt også, for sammenhengen gir ofte mer enn ett vers alene.

Sammenlign

ÅB
Du min due i bergrevnene, i fjellveggens ly! La meg se din skikkelse, la meg høre din røst! For din røst er blid og din skikkelse fager.
OTB
Min due, i kløftene på klippen, I skjulestedet på fjellstien, La meg se din skikkelse, La meg høre din røst; For din røst er søt, Og din skikkelse er vakker.
B1930
Du min due i bergrevnene, i fjellveggens ly! La mig se din skikkelse, la mig høre din røst! For din røst er blid og din skikkelse fager.
BSB
O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
KJV
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
WEB
My 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.
ASV
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.
DARBY
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
BLB
O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice [is] sweet and your appearance [is] lovely.

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