Song of Songs 2
1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
As an apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. Under its shadow I delighted to sit, and its fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
He hath brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
6 His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace me.
7 I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
8 The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.
10 My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
My beloved spoke, and said unto me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.
The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 [You are] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.'
15 Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
'Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.'
16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feedeth among the lilies.
17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
