Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
I am the rose of Sharon, 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 wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of 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 does 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 charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he 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 comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
My beloved spoke, and said to 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, see, 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 the singing of birds 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 puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. 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 are in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your 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 vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds 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 break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be you like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.
