Song of Solomon 2

1 I AM a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

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

2 As a 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 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.

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 to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

5 Stay ye me with raisins, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

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

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand does embrace me.

7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.

I charge you, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that all of you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

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 upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in at the windows, he sheweth himself through the lattice.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself 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 unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

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

12 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;

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

13 The fig tree ripeneth her green figs, and the vines are in blossom, they give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The fig tree puts 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 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice: for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

O my dove, that are in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.

15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

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 feeds among the lilies.

17 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be you like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.