Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
[[Lov.]] As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
[[M.]] As the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons. In his shadow I love to sit down, And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
He hath brought me to his banqueting-house, And his banner over me is love. Strengthen me with raisins,
5 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.
Refresh me with apples! For I am sick with love.
6 His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraceth me!
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
[[Lov.]] I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till she please!
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
[[M.]] The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Bounding upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
Like a gazelle is my beloved, Or a young hind. Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He is looking through the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
My beloved speaketh, and saith to me, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!
11 For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”
The fig-tree is spicing its green fruit; The vines in blossom give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
O my dove, that art in the recesses of the rock, In the hiding-places of the steep craggy mountain, Let me see thy face, Let me hear thy voice! For sweet is thy voice, And thy face lovely.”
15 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Take ye for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines; For our vines are now in blossom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth among the lilies.
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, Come again, my beloved, like a gazelle, or a young hind, Upon the craggy mountains.
