Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
[SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
2 Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
[HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, 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.
[SHE] As an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, And, his fruit, was sweet to my taste.
4 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
He hath brought me into 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 raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
6 His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth 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.
[HE] I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, —That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please!
8 It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
[SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here 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.
Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, —Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
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;
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 spring-song, hath come, —and, 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 spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and 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.
[HE] O my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, —For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.
15 Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
[BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
16 My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
[SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among 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, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
