Song of Solomon 2
1 I'm just a flower from the plain of Sharon, a lily found in the valleys.
I am a crocus 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, 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 hall, 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!
Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
6 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
His left hand is under my head. 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, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
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. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 gazelle or a young deer. Look, 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 beautiful one, and come away.
11 Winter has finished; the rains are over and gone.
For, look, 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. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful 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!
My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
15 Catch the foxes for us, all the little foxes that come and destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom!
Catch for 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 browses 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 is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
