Song of Solomon 2

1 I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.

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

2 As the lily among thorns, 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 beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is 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 hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.

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

5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh 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 doth embrace me.

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

7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.

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 beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

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

9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.

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 beloved spake 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 behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:

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

12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove 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 melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair 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 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy 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 vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.

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

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,

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

17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle 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 roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.