Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
I'm just a flower from the plain of Sharon, a lily found in the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Just as a lily stands out among the brambles, so you, my darling, stand out among other women.
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.
My love is like an apple tree among the forest trees, compared to other young men. I love to sit down in his shade and his fruit tastes sweet to me.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
He took me to drink of his wine, wanting to show his love for me.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Feed me raisins to give me energy, give me apples to revive me, for love has made me weak!
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.
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.
Women of Jerusalem, swear to me by the gazelles or the wild deer that you won't disturb our love until the right time.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
Listen! I hear the voice of my love! Look! Here he comes, leaping on 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 love is like a gazelle or a young deer! Look, he's there, standing behind our wall, looking through the window, peering through the screen.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My love calls out to me, “Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me! Just look!
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
Winter has finished; the rains are 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;
Flowers are blooming everywhere; the time when birds sing has come; the call of the turtledove is heard in the countryside.
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.
Fig trees start producing ripe fruit, while grape vines blossom, giving off their fragrance. Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me!”
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 is out of sight in the crevices of the rock, in the hiding places of the cliff. Please let me see you! Let me hear you! For you speak so sweetly, and you look so beautiful!
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Catch the foxes for us, all the little foxes that come and destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom!
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
My love is mine, and I am his! He feeds 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.
until the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear. Come back to me, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the split mountains.
