Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
[SHE] I am The meadow-saffron 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.
[HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, among the daughters!
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.
[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 took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
He hath brought me into 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 raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth 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.
[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 The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
[SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here 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.
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 loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
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;
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 earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, —and, the voice of the turtle, 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, 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, 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.
[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 Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
[BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
16 My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
[SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among 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, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
