Joseph Stennett - Song of Songs Joseph Stennett - Song of Songs
| King James Version The voice of my beloved! he cometh leaping upon the mountains skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our walk he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice. My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. | Stennett's Translation I hear the voice of him I love; And now I see him swiftly move: O'er haughty mountains how he trips! O'er hills and rocks how fast he skips! My love is like a roe or fawn, That runs and leaps along the lawn: Now by the wall he stands I see, Now thro the window looks at me: His face now thro the lattice shows, His beautys all their charms disclose. Now strands my dearest silent there; His voice, his charming voice I hear: "Rise, rise, my love, make no delay, "Rise, my fair one, and come away; "For see the frozen winter's gone, "The rains abate, the spring cones on; "On the earth's bosom flowers arise, "To please the scent, and please the eye "The birds begin to chirp and sing, "To welcome the returning spring: "The turtle in our plains we hear "Proclaiming the reviving year: "The fig-tree her green fruit discloses, "And to the warmer air exposes: "The fruitful vine begins to bloom, "Her tender buds the air perfume. "Rise, rise, my love, make no delay; "Rise, my fair one, and come away. | American Translation "Hark' my beloved! ah, here he comes, Leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle, or a young stag. Ah, here he stands, behind our wall, Looking through the windows, peering through the lattices! My beloved spoke up, and said to me, 'Rise, my love, my beautiful one, come away; For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers have appeared on the earth, the time of song has come; And the call of the turtle dove is heard in our land; The fig tree is putting forth its figs, and the blossoming grape- vines give forth fragrance. Rise, My love, my beautiful one, come away.'" |
Joseph Stennett's translation from his Works, IV, 24f
The American Translation comes from the Complete Bible: An American Translation
(Chicago: 1949; Song of Songs is translated by Theophile J. Meek.
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