Song of Solomon 2
1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
I am a flower of the plain, 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 companion amongst the daughters.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
As the apple amongst the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman amongst the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.
5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake [my] love, until he please.
8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.
12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land.
13 The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yes, come.
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
[You are] my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful.
15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] amongst the lilies.
17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be you like to a roe or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
