Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
3 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, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
5 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.
Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6 His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
11 For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”
The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
15 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
