Song of Solomon 2
1 [SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.
I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.
2 [HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, among the daughters!
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.
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 hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love.
5 Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.
Stay me with flagons, comfort 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 doth embrace 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!
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
8 [SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping 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.
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10 Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,
My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, 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 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 [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 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 [BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
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.
Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
