Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
I am the flower of the field, and the 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 woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land;
The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
13 The fig tree putteth 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 put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
