Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, 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 cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with 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 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
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 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking 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 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is 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 hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
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 hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
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 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart 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.
