Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am a meadow flower of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the young women.
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 an apricot tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I sit down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
He brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.
5 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
Revive me with raisin cakes and refresh me with apricots, for I am weak 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 embraces 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 want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the fields, that you will not awaken or arouse love until she pleases.
8 The voice of my beloved. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, jumping over 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 gazelle or a young stag; look, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
My beloved spoke to me and said, “Arise, my love; My beautiful one, come away with me.
11 For, look, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
Look, 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 have appeared in the land; the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come, and the sound of the doves 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 ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give off their fragrance. Arise, my love, 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.
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret clefts of the mountain crags, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”
15 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil vineyards, for our vineyard is in blossom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
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.
Go away, my beloved, before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away. Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.
