Song of Solomon 2
1 As a lily among the thorns,
I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.—
2 So [is] my friend among the daughters!
Like the lily among the thorns, so is my beloved among the young maidens.—
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.
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.
4 He has brought me to a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
He brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love.
Strengthen me with flagons of wine, refresh me with apples; for sick of love am I.
6 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces me.
Oh that his left hand might be under my head, and that his right might embrace 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 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].—
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, this—he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
The voice of my friend! behold, there he cometh, leaping over the mountains, skipping over 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 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.
10 My beloved has answered and said to me, “Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come away,
My friend commenced, and said unto me, Rise thee up, my beloved, my fair one, and come along.
11 For behold, the winter has passed by, The rain has passed away—it has gone.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone its way.
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 seen in the land; the time of the [birds'] singing is come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard 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 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.
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, 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.—
15 Seize for us foxes, Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes, that injure the vineyards; for our vineyards have young grapes.
16 My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting among the lilies,
My friend is mine, and I am his—that feedeth among the lilies.
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!
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.
