Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand does embrace me.
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
7 I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
14 O my dove, that are in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be you like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
