Song of Solomon 2
1 Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.
I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters.
As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.
He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
5 Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
7 Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
8 Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
10 Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
12 The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.
Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
16 Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies,
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
17 until the day rises and the shadows decline. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
