61 Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee? 2 My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 3 I 'am' my beloved's, and my beloved 'is' mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.
4 Fair 'art' thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts. 5 Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair 'is' as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead, 6 Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them. 7 As the work of the pomegranate 'is' thy temple behind thy veil. 8 Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number. 9 One is my dove, my perfect one, One she 'is' of her mother, The choice one she 'is' of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her. 10 'Who 'is' this that is looking forth as morning, Fair as the moon—clear as the sun, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts?'
11 Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed— 12 I knew not my soul, It made me—chariots of my people Nadib. 13 Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?
71 As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides 'are' as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer. 2 Thy waist 'is' a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies, 3 Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe, 4 Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus, 5 Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings! 6 How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights. 7 This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters. 8 I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons, 9 And thy palate as the good wine—' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 I 'am' my beloved's, and on me 'is' his desire. 11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field, 12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves; 13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
81 Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me, 2 I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate, 3 His left hand 'is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me. 4 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!
5 Who 'is' this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge 'that' bare thee. 6 Set me as a seal on thy heart, as a seal on thine arm, For strong as death is love, Sharp as Sheol is jealousy, Its burnings 'are' burnings of fire, a flame of Jah! 7 Many waters are not able to quench the love, And floods do not wash it away. If one give all the wealth of his house for love, Treading down—they tread upon it.
8 We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her? 9 If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar. 10 I 'am' a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace. 11 Solomon hath a vineyard in Baal-Hamon, He hath given the vineyard to keepers, Each bringeth for its fruit a thousand silverlings; 12 My vineyard—my own—is before me, The thousand 'is' for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!
13 The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe, 14 Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
41 And I say, so long time as the heir is a babe, he differeth nothing from a servant—being lord of all, 2 but is under tutors and stewards till the time appointed of the father, 3 so also we, when we were babes, under the elements of the world were in servitude, 4 and when the fulness of time did come, God sent forth His Son, come of a woman, come under law, 5 that those under law he may redeem, that the adoption of sons we may receive; 6 and because ye are sons, God did send forth the spirit of His Son into your hearts, crying, 'Abba, Father!' 7 so that thou art no more a servant, but a son, and if a son, also an heir of God through Christ.
8 But then, indeed, not having known God, ye were in servitude to those not by nature gods, 9 and now, having known God—and rather being known by God—how turn ye again unto the weak and poor elements to which anew ye desire to be in servitude? 10 days ye observe, and months, and times, and years! 11 I am afraid of you, lest in vain I did labour toward you.
12 Become as I 'am'—because I also 'am' as ye brethren, I beseech you; to me ye did no hurt, 13 and ye have known that through infirmity of the flesh I did proclaim good news to you at the first, 14 and my trial that 'is' in my flesh ye did not despise nor reject, but as a messenger of God ye did receive me—as Christ Jesus; 15 what then was your happiness? for I testify to you, that if possible, your eyes having plucked out, ye would have given to me; 16 so that your enemy have I become, being true to you?
17 they are zealous for you—'yet' not well, but they wish to shut us out, that for them ye may be zealous; 18 and 'it is' good to be zealously regarded, in what is good, at all times, and not only in my being present with you;
19 my little children, of whom again I travail in birth, till Christ may be formed in you, 20 and I was wishing to be present with you now, and to change my voice, because I am in doubt about you.
21 Tell me, ye who are willing to be under law, the law do ye not hear? 22 for it hath been written, that Abraham had two sons, one by the maid-servant, and one by the free-woman, 23 but he who 'is' of the maid-servant, according to flesh hath been, and he who 'is' of the free-woman, through the promise; 24 which things are allegorized, for these are the two covenants: one, indeed, from mount Sinai, to servitude bringing forth, which is Hagar; 25 for this Hagar is mount Sinai in Arabia, and doth correspond to the Jerusalem that now 'is', and is in servitude with her children, 26 and the Jerusalem above is the free-woman, which is mother of us all, 27 for it hath been written, 'Rejoice, O barren, who art not bearing; break forth and cry, thou who art not travailing, because many 'are' the children of the desolate—more than of her having the husband.' 28 And we, brethren, as Isaac, are children of promise, 29 but as then he who was born according to the flesh did persecute him according to the spirit, so also now; 30 but what saith the Writing? 'Cast forth the maid-servant and her son, for the son of the maid-servant may not be heir with the son of the free-woman;' 31 then, brethren, we are not a maid-servant's children, but the free-woman's.
