Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.—
2 As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
Like the lily among the thorns, so is my beloved among the young 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 the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, so is my friend among the young men: under his shadow do I ardently wish to sit, and his fruit is sweet to my palate.
4 He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
He brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.
Strengthen me with flagons of wine, refresh me with apples; for sick of love am I.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right might embrace 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.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor excite my love, till it please [to come of itself].—
8 The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
The voice of my friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over the mountains, skipping 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 friend is like a roebuck or the fawn of the hinds: behold, there he standeth behind our wall, looking in at the windows, seeing through the lattice.
10 My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
11 For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.
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 are seen in the land; the time of the [birds'] singing is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove 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 perfumeth its green figs, and the vines with young grapes give forth a [pleasant] smell. Arise thee, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
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, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the recesses of the cliffs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is comely.—
15 Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.
16 My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
My friend is mine, and I am his—that feedeth 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.
Until the day become cool, and the shadows flee away, turn about, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck or the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of separation.
