Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2 Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
13 The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
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:
14 O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15 Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17 Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
