Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As a lily among thorns, so is my companion 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 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 brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand does embrace me.
His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall 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 have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over 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 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 to 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, see, 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 the singing of birds 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 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 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; yes, come.
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.
[You are] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
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: he feeds among the lilies.
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [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 depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
