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 an apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. Under its shadow I delighted to sit, and its fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.
He hath brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
5 Revive me with raisin cakes and refresh me with apricots, for I am weak with love.
'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace 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 gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
8 There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, jumping over the hills.
Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, 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 gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth 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 unto 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 singing is come, and the voice of the turtle 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 putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom 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, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, 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, that feedeth 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 breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
