Song of Solomon 2

1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

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, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

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 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.

5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.

6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand does embrace me.

His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

7 I charge you, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

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 The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

The voice of my beloved. Look, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.

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 My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

For, look, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

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 The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

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 O my dove, that are in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.

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 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

Catch for 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 feeds among the lilies.

My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be you like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of 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.