Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
3 As an apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. Under its shadow I delighted to sit, and its fruit was sweet to my taste.
As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
4 He hath brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
5 'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
6 Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace me.
His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
8 Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.
My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
10 My beloved spoke, and said unto me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
13 The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
The fig-tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.'
[Thou art] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.
15 'Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.'
Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feedeth among the lilies.
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the lilies.
17 Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
