Song of Solomon 2
1 [SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 [HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, among the daughters!
[[Lov.]] As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 [SHE] As an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, And, his fruit, was sweet to my taste.
[[M.]] As the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons. In his shadow I love to sit down, And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.
He hath brought me to his banqueting-house, And his banner over me is love. Strengthen me with raisins,
5 Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
Refresh me with apples! For I am sick with love.
6 His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me!
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraceth me!
7 [HE] I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, —That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please!
[[Lov.]] I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till she please!
8 [SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
[[M.]] The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Bounding upon the hills.
9 Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, —Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.
Like a gazelle is my beloved, Or a young hind. Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He is looking through the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.
10 Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
My beloved speaketh, and saith to me, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!
11 For lo, 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, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, —and, the voice of the turtle, 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 turtle is heard in our land;
13 The fig-tree, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away!
The fig-tree is spicing its green fruit; The vines in blossom give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
14 [HE] O my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, —For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.
O my dove, that art in the recesses of the rock, In the hiding-places of the steep craggy mountain, Let me see thy face, Let me hear thy voice! For sweet is thy voice, And thy face lovely.”
15 [BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
Take ye for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines; For our vines are now in blossom.
16 [SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth among the lilies.
17 Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.
When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, Come again, my beloved, like a gazelle, or a young hind, Upon the craggy mountains.
