Song of Songs 2

1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.

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

2 As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters.

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

3 As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.

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.

4 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me.

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

5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded with love.

Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.

6 His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.

7 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.

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

8 The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

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

9 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.

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.

10 My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.

My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11 For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed.

For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

12 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.

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;

13 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.

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.

14 [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.

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.

15 Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.

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

16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the lilies.

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

17 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.

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