< Song of Solomon 2 >

1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among 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-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.
4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love.
5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth 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 charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon 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 beloved is like a roe, or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone.
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 appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is 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 putteth forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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.
O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely.
15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among 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 shall break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

< Song of Solomon 2 >