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Song of Solomon 2:13

Hebrew

Masoretic Text 1524

התאנה חנטה פגיה והגפנים סמדר נתנו ריח קומי לכי רעיתי יפתי ולכי׃

Spanish

Reina Valera 1909

La higuera ha echado sus higos, Y las vides en cierne Dieron olor: Levántate, oh amiga mía, hermosa mía, y vente.

English

King James Bible 1769

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

King James Bible 1611

The fig tree putteth foorth her greene figs, and the vines with the tender grape giue a good smell. Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come away.

Green's Literal Translation 1993

The fig tree spices her unripe figs, and the vines give a fragrance by the blossom. Arise, My love; come, My beautiful one, and come yourself.

Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

The fig tree ripened its unripe figs, and the vines are in blossom; they gave an odor. Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and go for thyself.

Young's Literal Translation 1862

The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

Revised Young's Literal NT 2000

Webster's Bible 1833

The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Bishops Bible 1568

The figge tree bryngeth foorth her figges, and the vines beare blossomes and haue a good smell

Geneva Bible 1560/1599

The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.

The Great Bible 1539

The fygge tree bringeth forth her fygges, and the vynes beare blossoms. & haue a good smel. O stande vp then & come my loue, my beutyfull, & come I saye

Matthew's Bible 1537

The fygge tree bringeth forthe her figges, the vynes beare blossoms, & haue a good smell. O stande vp my loue, my beutifull, & come

Coverdale Bible 1535

The fyge tre bryngeth forth hir fyges, the vynes beare blossoms, and haue a good smell. O stode vp my loue, my beutyfull, and come

Wycliffe Bible 1382

the fige tre hath brouyt forth hise buddis; vyneris flourynge han youe her odour. My frendesse, my fayre spousesse, rise thou, haaste thou, and come thou.