Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
As a lily among the thorns,
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
So [is] my friend 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 a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.
4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
He has brought me to a 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 me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with 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 embraces 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 have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, this—he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Behold, this—he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
My beloved has answered and said to me, “Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come away,
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
For behold, the winter has passed by, The rain has passed away—it has 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 have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing has come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 has ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my beautiful one, indeed, 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 clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see your appearance, Cause me to hear your voice, For your voice [is] sweet, and your appearance lovely.”
15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
Seize for us foxes, Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting 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 breaks forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
