Song of Songs 2
1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.
As the 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 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.
4 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love.
5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick of love.
6 His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth 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 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.
8 The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
The voice of 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 roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
10 My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
My beloved spake, 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 the singing [of birds] 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 [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. 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 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.
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 vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the lilies.
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he 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 break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
