Her Brothers
15 Catch us (A)the foxes,
The little foxes that spoil the vines,
For our vines have tender grapes.
The Shulamite
16 (B)My beloved is mine, and I am his.
He feeds his flock among the lilies.
(To Her Beloved)
17 (C)Until the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved,
And be (D)like a gazelle
Or a young stag
Upon the mountains of Bether.
