Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
As a lily among the thorns,
2 Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
So [is] my friend 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 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 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
He has brought me to a 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 grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick 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 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.
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
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, this—he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Behold, this—he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
My beloved has answered and said to me, “Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come away,
11 For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
For behold, the winter has passed by, The rain has passed away—it has 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 earth, The time of the singing has come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 has ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my beautiful one, indeed, come away.
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 clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see your appearance, Cause me to hear your voice, For your voice [is] sweet, and your appearance lovely.”
15 Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
Seize for us foxes, Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16 My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting 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 breaks 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!
