Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
[SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
2 Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
[HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, 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.
[SHE] As an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, 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 hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.
5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
His left hand under my head, then, 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.
[HE] I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, —That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please!
8 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
[SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over 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.
Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, —Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.
10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—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, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath 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, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—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.
[HE] O my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, —For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.
15 Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
[BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
[SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among 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, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
