Song of Solomon 2
1 I'm just a flower from the plain of Sharon, a lily found in the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon. A lily of the valleys.
2 Just as a lily stands out among the brambles, so you, my darling, stand out among other women.
As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 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.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 He took me to drink of his wine, wanting to show his love for me.
He brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Feed me raisins to give me energy, give me apples to revive me, for love has made me weak!
Sustain ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am sick from love.
6 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7 Women of Jerusalem, swear to me by the gazelles or the wild deer that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.
8 Listen! I hear the voice of my love! Look! Here he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping over the hills—
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 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.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10 My love calls out to me, “Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me! Just look!
My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Winter has finished; the rains are over and gone.
For, lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
12 Flowers are blooming everywhere; the time when birds sing has come; the call of the turtledove is heard in the countryside.
The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 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!”
The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 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!
O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Catch the foxes for us, all the little foxes that come and destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom!
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom.
16 My love is mine, and I am his! He feeds among the lilies,
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies.
17 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.
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
