Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
As a lily among the thorns,
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
So [is] my friend 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 a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
He hath brought me in unto a 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 me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with 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 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 have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
The voice of my beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
11 For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath 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 have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, 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 clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies.
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting 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.
Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
