Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
2 Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
3 Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
5 Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6 His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
7 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
8 It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
11 For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
13 The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
14 My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
15 Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
16 My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
17 Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
