Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
I am a flower of the plain, 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 companion 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 among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
4 He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
His left [hand shall be] 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 have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
8 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding 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 kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
11 For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
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 are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been 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 has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, 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.
[You are] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.
15 Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] 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 dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
