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1394 Wycliffe Bible
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.
1531 Tyndale Bible
{not in Tyndale; KJV:} 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.
1535 Coverdale Bible
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
1537 Matthew Bible
The fygge tree bringeth forthe her figges, the vynes beare blossoms, & haue a good smell. O stande vp my loue, my beutifull, & come
1539 Great Bible
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
1560 Geneva Bible
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.
1568 Bishops' Bible
The figge tree bryngeth foorth her figges, and the vines beare blossomes and haue a good smell.
1611 King James Bible
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.
1750 Douay-Rheims Bible
The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
1769 King James Bible
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.
1833 Webster Bible
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.
1885 English Revised Version
The fig tree ripeneth her green figs, and the vines are in blossom, they give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
1890 Darby Bible
The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
1898 Young's Literal Translation
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.
1901 American Standard Version
The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
1902 Rotherham's Emphasized Bible
The fig-tree, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance,—Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away!
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