Song of Solomon 2
1 I'm just a flower from the plain of Sharon, a lily found in the valleys.
As a lily among the thorns,
2 Just as a lily stands out among the brambles, so you, my darling, stand out among other women.
So [is] my friend 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 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 took me to drink of his wine, wanting to show his love for me.
He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
5 Feed me raisins to give me energy, give me apples to revive me, for love has made me weak!
Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick 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, And his right doth 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 adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she 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! lo, this — he is coming, 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 to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from 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 hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
11 Winter has finished; the rains are over and gone.
For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath 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 have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, 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 clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.
15 Catch the foxes for us, all the little foxes that come and destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom!
Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16 My love is mine, and I am his! He feeds among the lilies,
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting 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.
Till the day doth break 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!
