Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the lily among thorns, 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 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 banquet hall, 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 raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of 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 doth embrace 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 charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
8 The voice of my beloved. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon 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 beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, look, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
For, lo, 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 appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard 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 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 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, 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 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
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.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
