BRAGADAYJAH 1658

BRAGADAYJAH 1658 Song of Solomon. Chapter 2: Verses 9-17 My beloved is like a roe or young hart, behold he standeth behind our wall; 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 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 vine with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise my love, my fair one and come away. O my dove that art in the cleft of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, 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 vines; for our vines have tender grapes. My beloved is mine and I am his, he feedeth among the lilies. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn my beloved and be like a roe, or young hart upon the mountains of Bether.”