Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a meadow flower of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon. A lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the young women.
As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 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.
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 brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.
He brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Revive me with raisin cakes and refresh me with apricots, for I am weak with love.
Sustain ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am sick from love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7 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.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.
8 There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, jumping over the hills.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 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.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke to me and said, “Arise, my love; My beautiful one, come away with me.
My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 Look, 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 land; the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come, and the sound of the doves is heard in our land.
The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 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.
The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 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.”
O my dove, who are 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.
15 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil vineyards, for our vineyard is in blossom.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies.
17 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.
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.
