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.
[[Lov.]] 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.
[[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 has brought me to the house of wine, and 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 Sustain 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, and his right arm embraces me.
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraceth 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.
[[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 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over 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 gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering 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 calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
My beloved speaketh, and saith 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, 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 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 is spicing its green fruit; The vines in blossom give forth 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 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 ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
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 pastures his flock among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He 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.
When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, Come again, my beloved, like a gazelle, or a young hind, Upon the craggy mountains.
