Song of Solomon 2

1 I'm just a flower from the plain of Sharon, a lily found in the valleys.

[SHE] I am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.

2 Just as a lily stands out among the brambles, so you, my darling, stand out among other women.

[HE] As a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, among the daughters!

3 My love is like an apple tree among the forest trees, compared to other young men. I love to sit down in his shade and his fruit tastes sweet to me.

[SHE] As an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, And, his fruit, was sweet to my taste.

4 He took me to drink of his wine, wanting to show his love for me.

He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.

5 Feed me raisins to give me energy, give me apples to revive me, for love has made me weak!

Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, —for sick with love, I am.

6 He supports my head with his left hand, and holds me close with his right.

His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me!

7 Women of Jerusalem, swear to me by the gazelles or the wild deer that you won't disturb our love until the right time.

[HE] I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, —That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please!

8 Listen! I hear the voice of my love! Look! Here he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping over the hills—

[SHE] The voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, —leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.

9 my love is like a gazelle or a young deer! Look, he's there, standing behind our wall, looking through the window, peering through the screen.

Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, —Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.

10 My love calls out to me, “Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me! Just look!

Responded my beloved, and said to me, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away,

11 Winter has finished; the rains are over and gone.

For lo, the winter, is past, —the rain, is over, [and] gone;

12 Flowers are blooming everywhere; the time when birds sing has come; the call of the turtledove is heard in the countryside.

The flowers, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, —and, the voice of the turtle, is heard in our land;

13 Fig trees start producing ripe fruit, while grape vines blossom, giving off their fragrance. Get up, my darling, my beautiful girl, and come away with me!”

The fig-tree, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines—all blossom, yield fragrance, —Rise up! my fair—my beautiful—one, and come away!

14 My dove is out of sight in the crevices of the rock, in the hiding places of the cliff. Please let me see you! Let me hear you! For you speak so sweetly, and you look so beautiful!

[HE] O my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, —For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.

15 Catch the foxes for us, all the little foxes that come and destroy the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom!

[BOTH] Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, —and, our vines, are all blossom!

16 My love is mine, and I am his! He feeds among the lilies,

[SHE] My beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!

17 until the morning breezes blow and the shadows disappear. Come back to me, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the split mountains.

Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains.