Come, my beloved, Let us go forth to the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

我的良人，来吧！你我可以往田间去；你我可以在村庄住宿。

来吧！我的良人，让我们往田间去，在村庄住宿。

来吧！我的良人，让我们往田间去，在村庄住宿。

我的良人，来吧！让我们到田间去，在村庄里住宿吧。

我的良人哪！来吧！让我们往田间去；让我们在凤仙花丛中过夜吧。

我的良人，來吧！你我可以往田間去；你我可以在村莊住宿。

來吧！我的良人，讓我們往田間去，在村莊住宿。

來吧！我的良人，讓我們往田間去，在村莊住宿。

我的良人，來吧！讓我們到田間去，在村莊裡住宿吧。

我的良人哪！來吧！讓我們往田間去；讓我們在鳳仙花叢中過夜吧。

我的愛人哪，來吧，咱們出去、到田間，就在鳳仙花叢間住宿吧；

我所愛者其來、爾我同往田野、宿於鳳仙花間、

爾與我來、共往田間、宿於鄉里。

我屬我之良人、彼亦戀我、

Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.

Come, my love. Let’s go to the country. Let’s spend the night in the villages.

Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages;

Come, my love, let us go out to the fields and spend the night among the wildflowers.

Come, my love, let’s go to the field; let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.

Come, my beloved, let’s go out to the country, Let’s spend the night in the villages.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

Come, my love, let’s go to the field; let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.

Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

Draw me away! THE DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM We will run after you. THE SHULAMITE The king has brought me into his chambers. THE DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM We will be glad and rejoice in you. we will remember your love more than wine. THE SHULAMITE: Rightly do they love you.

My beloved spoke, and said to 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 has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land.The fig tree puts forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grapes Give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away!