Song of Solomon 2
1 Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters.
As a 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 an apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. Under its shadow I delighted to sit, and its fruit was 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 banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
5 Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
8 Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
Hark! 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, he peereth 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 spoke, 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, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and 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 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 putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom 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.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, 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 blossom.'
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, that feedeth 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 breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
