< Song of Solomon 2 >
1 I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
3 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.
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.
4 He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
7 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.
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
9 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.
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.
10 My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
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;
13 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!
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.
14 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.
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.
15 Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17 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.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.