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 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 doth 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 ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not, 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 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 roe, or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh 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, 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 putteth 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 art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, 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 for 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 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 shall break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
