American Standard Version
" Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. "
— Song Of Solomon 2:15, American Standard Version
“Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.”
“Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved”
“The Foxes in the VineyardThe Beloved to Her Lover: Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes, that ruin the vineyards– for our vineyard is in bloom.”
“Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.”
“Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.”
“Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.”
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.