Song of Solomon 2
1 I AM a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
As a lily among the thorns,
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
So [is] my friend 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, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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 brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
5 Stay ye me with raisins, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
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 hand doth embrace me.
His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.
I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
The voice of my beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in at the windows, he sheweth himself through the lattice.
My beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,
13 The fig tree ripeneth her green figs, and the vines are in blossom, they give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice: for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting among the lilies,
17 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Till the day doth break 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!
