Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
[SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, 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 beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is 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 hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.
5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of 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 doth embrace me.
His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth 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.
[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 beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
[SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over the mountains, skipping over 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.
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 beloved spake and said unto me, Rise 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 behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
For lo, 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, 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 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, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—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.
[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 us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
[BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
[SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!
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.
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.
