Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.—
2 Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
Like the lily among the thorns, so is my beloved among the young 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 the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, so is my friend among the young men: under his shadow do I ardently wish to sit, and his fruit is sweet to my palate.
4 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
He brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
Strengthen me with flagons of wine, refresh me with apples; for sick of love am I.
6 His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right might 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 daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor excite my love, till it please [to come of itself].—
8 It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
The voice of my friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over 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 friend is like a roebuck or the fawn of the hinds: behold, there he standeth behind our wall, looking in at the windows, seeing through the lattice.
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
My friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
11 For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.
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 are seen in the land; the time of the [birds'] singing is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove 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 perfumeth its green figs, and the vines with young grapes give forth a [pleasant] smell. Arise thee, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
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, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the recesses of the cliffs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is comely.—
15 Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.
16 My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
My friend is mine, and I am his—that 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.
Until the day become cool, and the shadows flee away, turn about, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck or the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of separation.
