Song of Solomon 2
1 As a lily among the thorns,
I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 So [is] my friend among the daughters!
[[Lov.]] As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3 As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.
[[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 hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
He hath brought me to his banqueting-house, And his banner over me is love. Strengthen me with raisins,
5 Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love.
Refresh me with apples! For I am sick with love.
6 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraceth me!
7 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
[[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 The voice of my beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
[[M.]] The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Bounding upon the hills.
9 My beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from 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 hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
My beloved speaketh, and saith to me, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!
11 For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath gone.
For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, 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 clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.
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 Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
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, Who is delighting among the lilies,
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth among the lilies.
17 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
When the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, Come again, my beloved, like a gazelle, or a young hind, Upon the craggy mountains.
