Song of Solomon 2
1 I am [like] [MET] a flower/rose from the Sharon [Plain], and [like] [MET] a lily [that grows] in a valley.
I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2 Among the [other] young women, the one whom I love is like [MET] a lily [growing] among thorns!
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 And among [the other] men, you, the man who loves me, are like [MET] an apple/fruit tree [that grows] in the forest. [You are like a tree whose] shadow [protects me from the sun], and your [being close to me] [EUP] is like [MET] eating sweet fruit.
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 You led me to the (banquet room/room where we could make love), and it is evident that you love me very much.
He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 Refresh me and strengthen me [with your lovemaking] [like I am refreshed by eating] [MET, EUP] raisins and other fruit, because I very much desire that you love me even more.
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
6 Put your left arm under my head and with your right arm hold me close.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 You young women of Jerusalem, solemnly promise me, while the does and gazelles [are listening], that you will not disturb us while we are making love until we are ready to quit.
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
8 I hear the voice of the man who loves me. [It is as though] [MET] he is leaping over the mountains and skipping over the hills
The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 like [SIM] a deer or a gazelle. Now he is standing outside the wall of our house, looking in the window, and peering through the (lattice/wooden strips inside the window frame).
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
10 He spoke to me and said, “You whom I love, get up; my beautiful one, come with me [CHI]!
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 Look, the (winter/cold season) is ended; the rain has stopped;
For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
12 flowers are blooming throughout the country/land. It is now time to sing; we hear the doves cooing.
The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
13 There are young/new figs on the fig trees, and there are blossoms on the grapevines and their fragrance fills the air. You whom I love, get up; my beautiful one, come with me!
The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
14 [You are like] [MET] a dove that is hiding [far from me] in an opening/crack in the rocky cliff. Show me your face, and allow me to hear your voice, because your voice is sweet-sounding and your face is lovely [CHI].”
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
15 [There are other men who are like] [MET] little jackals/foxes that ruin vineyards; do not allow [those men to attack me].
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16 You who love me, I belong to you and you belong to me, and you [experience pleasure when you kiss] my lips [like] [MET] a shepherd enjoys taking care of his sheep.
My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17 You who love me, come and be like [SIM] a gazelle or like a young deer on the hills of Bether, and then flee like a deer at dawn [tomorrow morning], when the darkness fades.
Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
