Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
I'm just a flower from the plain of Sharon, a lily found in the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Just as a lily stands out among the brambles, so you, my darling, stand out among other women.
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.
My love is like an apple tree among the forest trees, compared to other young men. I love to sit down in his shade and his fruit tastes sweet to me.
4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
He took me to drink of his wine, wanting to show his love for me.
5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
Feed me raisins to give me energy, give me apples to revive me, for love has made me weak!
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
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.
Women of Jerusalem, swear to me by the gazelles or the wild deer that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Listen! I hear the voice of my love! Look! Here he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping over 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 love is like a gazelle or a young deer! Look, he's there, standing behind our wall, looking through the window, peering through the screen.
10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
My love calls out to me, “Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me! Just look!
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
Winter has finished; the rains are over and 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:
Flowers are blooming everywhere; the time when birds sing has come; the call of the turtledove is heard in the countryside.
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:
Fig trees start producing ripe fruit, while grape vines blossom, giving off their fragrance. Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me!”
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 is out of sight in the crevices of the rock, in the hiding places of the cliff. Please let me see you! Let me hear you! For you speak so sweetly, and you look so beautiful!
15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
Catch the foxes for us, all the little foxes that come and destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom!
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
My love is mine, and I am his! He feeds 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 morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear. Come back to me, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the split mountains.
