Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2 Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
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.
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish 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 hand shall embrace 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.
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8 It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping 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 roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
For winter is now 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 our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle 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 hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
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.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15 Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16 My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth 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.
Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
