Honey and milk I'll bring, my girl.
I'll bring, my girl, from the heights.
And a new song, with blessed dew
Which I've loved to sing aloud.
The pomegranate tree has blossomed, as has the fig
All her fruit, she's given us today.
I'll embroider the edges of a fine linen dress
And make you a necklace of gold with a diamond.
Only - don't go to the vineyards alone.
For the foxes lust after your fruit
And silently do harm as you approach.
Only - don't walk alone at night.
The wolf lurks there in the burrows
And waits, his eyes burning.
From the Gil'ad I'll bring you sheep.
I'll raise a sukkah for you from palm leaves.
And well water I'll draw into my pitcher.
I'll bring it, my girl, from the top of the mountain.
A garland of lilies were gathered there in the valley.
I'll surely bring them with all my roses.
Also the wheat has ripened in its season
And the first fruits of the year, in the acacia's shade. |
