Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, 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 wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome 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 hand is round about me.
7 I charge you, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly 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 loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
10 My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding 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 puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and 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.
O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies.
My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be you like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
