Canticum Canticorum 2
1 ego flos campi et lilium convallium
I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 sicut lilium inter spinas sic amica mea inter filias
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 sicut malum inter ligna silvarum sic dilectus meus inter filios sub umbra illius quam desideraveram sedi et fructus eius dulcis gutturi meo
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.
4 introduxit me in cellam vinariam ordinavit in me caritatem
He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
5 fulcite me floribus stipate me malis quia amore langueo
Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
6 leva eius sub capite meo et dextera illius amplexabitur me
His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
7 adiuro vos filiae Hierusalem per capreas cervosque camporum ne suscitetis neque evigilare faciatis dilectam quoadusque ipsa velit
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
8 vox dilecti mei ecce iste venit saliens in montibus transiliens colles
The voice of my beloved. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
9 similis est dilectus meus capreae hinuloque cervorum en ipse stat post parietem nostrum despiciens per fenestras prospiciens per cancellos
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10 et dilectus meus loquitur mihi surge propera amica mea formonsa mea et veni
My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
11 iam enim hiemps transiit imber abiit et recessit
For, look, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
12 flores apparuerunt in terra tempus putationis advenit vox turturis audita est in terra nostra
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 ficus protulit grossos suos vineae florent dederunt odorem surge amica mea speciosa mea et veni
The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away."
14 columba mea in foraminibus petrae in caverna maceriae ostende mihi faciem tuam sonet vox tua in auribus meis vox enim tua dulcis et facies tua decora
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.
15 capite nobis vulpes vulpes parvulas quae demoliuntur vineas nam vinea nostra floruit
Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
16 dilectus meus mihi et ego illi qui pascitur inter lilia
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
17 donec adspiret dies et inclinentur umbrae revertere similis esto dilecte mi capreae aut hinulo cervorum super montes Bether
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
