Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
3 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, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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 brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
5 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint 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. His right hand embraces me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
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. Look, he comes, 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 a gazelle or a young deer. Look, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through 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 spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, look, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is 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 ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and 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 the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is 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 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
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. He browses among the lilies.
My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
