Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the flower of the field, and the 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 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.
[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 brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
He hath brought me into 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 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 shall embrace me.
His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth 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.
[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 over 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 roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
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 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
For lo, the winter, is past, —the rain, is 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:
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 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, 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 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.
[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 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
[BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
[SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among 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, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
