Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
As a 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 an apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. Under its shadow I delighted to sit, and its fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
He hath brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand 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 daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
8 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon 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 gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.
10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
My beloved spoke, and said unto me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For now 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 have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing is come, and 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 putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.'
15 Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
'Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.'
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his, that 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.
Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
