Song of Solomon 2

1 As a lily among the thorns,

2 So [is] my friend 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.

4 He has brought me to a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,

5 Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love.

6 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right embraces 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!

8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, this—he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping 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.

10 My beloved has answered and said to me, “Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come away,

11 For behold, the winter has passed by, The rain has passed away—it has 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,

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.

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.”

15 Seize for us foxes, Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

16 My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting 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!