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 has brought me to 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 doth embrace me.
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces 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 have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor wake the love until she pleases!
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, 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 standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
My beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Behold, this—he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My beloved has answered and said to me, “Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come away,
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For behold, the winter has passed by, The rain has passed away—it has 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 the earth, The time of the singing has come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 has ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my beautiful one, indeed, come away.
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 clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see your appearance, Cause me to hear your voice, For your voice [is] sweet, and your appearance lovely.”
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Seize for us foxes, Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth 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 thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Until the day breaks 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!
