Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
[SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
[HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, 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.
[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 He hath brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.
5 'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
6 Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace me.
His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth 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.'
[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 Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
[SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over the mountains, skipping 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.
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 beloved spoke, and said unto me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For lo, the winter, is past, —the rain, is over, [and] gone;
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, 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 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, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away!
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.'
[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 us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.'
[BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feedeth among the lilies.
[SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among 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, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
