American Standard Version
"Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages. "
— Song Of Solomon 7:11, American Standard Version
“Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.”
“Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.”
“The Journey to the CountrysideThe Beloved to Her Lover: Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.”
“Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.”
“Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.”
“Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.”
I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
I am my beloved’s; And his desire is toward me.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, Andits blossom is open, Andthe pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.