Author: Gordon

Song of Solomon 2:8-13

I hear the  voice of the Beloved
	who comes over  mountain, over hill, 
with much grace and graciousness. 
	
I see the Beloved 
	behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
	looking through the lattice. 

My beloved speaks and says to me:

“Arise, my love, my fair one,
	and come away; 

Our  winter is past,
	the rain is over and gone. 
The earth is in flower;
	the time for singing has come,
the voice of the turtle-dove
	is alive in the land. 

The trees put forth sweet fruit,
	and the vines are in blossom;
	their fragrance leads us hence. 

Arise, my love, my fair one,
	and come away.

Text adaptation © 2011 Adele Finlayson
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