Song of Solomon 2

1 I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.

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

2 As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.

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

3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

As the apple tree amongst the trees of the wood, so is my beloved amongst the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.

4 He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.

He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.

5 Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with 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 is round about me.

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

7 I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

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.

8 The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.

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

9 My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.

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.

10 My loved one said to me, Get 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, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

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

12 The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding 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 out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.

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.”

14 O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

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 for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

16 My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.

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

17 Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.

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.