Catholic Public Domain Version
"I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me."
— Song Of Solomon 7:11, Catholic Public Domain 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. ”
“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.”
Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you. The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.