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.
[[Lov.]] As the 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.
[[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 brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.
He hath brought me to his banqueting-house, And his banner over me is love. Strengthen me with raisins,
5 Revive me with raisin cakes and refresh me with apricots, for I am weak with love.
Refresh me with apples! For I am sick with 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 embraceth 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.
[[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 There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, jumping over the hills.
[[M.]] The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Bounding 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.
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 My beloved spoke to me and said, “Arise, my love; My beautiful one, come away with me.
My beloved speaketh, and saith 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 of birds 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 is spicing its green fruit; The vines in blossom give forth 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 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 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil vineyards, for our vineyard is in blossom.
Take ye for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines; For our vines are now 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 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.
When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, Come again, my beloved, like a gazelle, or a young hind, Upon the craggy mountains.
