Song of Solomon 2

1 As a lily among the thorns,

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

2 So [is] my friend among the daughters!

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

3 As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] 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 hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,

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

5 Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with 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 doth embrace me.

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

7 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she 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! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9 My beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from 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 hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, 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 hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath gone.

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

12 The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, 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 My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance 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 Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

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, Who is delighting among the lilies,

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies.

17 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!

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.