Song of Solomon 2

1I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.

1I am a wildflower from the plain of Sharon, a lily growing in the valleys.

2As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

2Like a beautiful lily among sharp thorns, so is my darling among all other young women.

3As 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.

3Like an apple tree among the wild trees of the forest, so is my lover among all other young men. I love to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

4He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.

4He brought me to his banquet hall, and everyone could see that his banner over me was love.

5Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.

5Strengthen me with raisins and refresh me with apples, for I am weak with love.

6His left handisunder my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand holds me close.

7I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.

7Young women of Jerusalem, promise me by the gazelles and the wild deer that you will not stir up or awaken love until the right time.

8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

8Listen! I hear my lover's voice! Look, here he comes, leaping over the mountains and jumping across the hills.

9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.

9My lover is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look, there he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows and looking through the lattice.

10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

10My lover spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my darling, my beautiful one, and come away with me.'

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

11'See, the winter is past, and the rains are over and gone.'

12The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

12'Flowers are blooming on the earth, and the season of singing has come. The cooing of the turtledove is heard throughout our land.'

13The 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.

13'The fig trees are producing their early fruit, and the blossoming vines give off a sweet smell. Get up, my darling, my beautiful one, and come away with me.'

14O 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.

14'My dove, hiding in the cracks of the rocks and in the secret places of the cliffs, let me see your face and hear your voice. Your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.'

15Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.

15Catch the foxes for us—the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—while our vineyards are in bloom.

16My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

16My lover is mine, and I am his; he grazes his flock among the lilies.

17Until 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.

17Until the dawn breaks and the shadows disappear, return to me, my lover. Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the rugged mountains of Bether.