Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.—
I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.
2 Like the lily among the thorns, so is my beloved among the young maidens.—
As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the daughters.
3 Like the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, so is my friend among the young men: under his shadow do I ardently wish to sit, and his fruit is sweet to my palate.
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 He brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me was love.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love.
5 Strengthen me with flagons of wine, refresh me with apples; for sick of love am I.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick with love.
6 Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right might embrace me.
His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor excite my love, till it please [to come of itself].—
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
8 The voice of my friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 My friend is like a roebuck or the fawn of the hinds: behold, there he standeth behind our wall, looking in at the windows, seeing through the lattice.
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10 My friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone.
12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of the [birds'] singing is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is 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 perfumeth its green figs, and the vines with young grapes give forth a [pleasant] smell. Arise thee, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
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 O my dove, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the recesses of the cliffs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is comely.—
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 Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
16 My friend is mine, and I am his—that feedeth among the lilies.
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lilies.
17 Until the day become cool, and the shadows flee away, turn about, my friend, and be thou like the roebuck or the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of separation.
Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
