Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
2 As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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.
4 He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
5 Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.
Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
7 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
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.
8 The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
11 For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;
The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
13 The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.
The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
14 O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
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.
15 Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
16 My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
17 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
