Song of Solomon 2
1 I'm just a flower from the plain of Sharon, a lily found in the valleys.
I am a flower of the plain, 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 amongst thorns, so is my companion amongst 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 amongst the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman amongst the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
4 He took me to drink of his wine, wanting to show his love for me.
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
5 Feed me raisins to give me energy, give me apples to revive me, for love has made me weak!
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
6 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace 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 have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he 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 kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over 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 kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
10 My love calls out to me, “Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me! Just look!
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
11 Winter has finished; the rains are over and gone.
For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
12 Flowers are blooming everywhere; the time when birds sing has come; the call of the turtledove is heard in the countryside.
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been 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 has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.
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!
[You are] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.
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 little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
16 My love is mine, and I am his! He feeds among the lilies,
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] amongst 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 dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
