Song of Solomon 2
1 As a lily among the thorns,
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2 So [is] my friend among the daughters!
As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
3 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.
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 has brought me to a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
5 Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with 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 embraces me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
7 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!
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, this—he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on 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 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.
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 has answered and said to me, “Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come away,
My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For behold, the winter has passed by, The rain has passed away—it has gone.
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 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,
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 has ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my beautiful one, indeed, 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 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.”
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 Seize for us foxes, Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
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, Who is delighting among the lilies,
My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17 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!
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
