Song of Solomon 2

1I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.

1I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.

2As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.

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

3As 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.

3As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.

4He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.

4He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.

5Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.

5Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.

6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.

6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

7I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

7I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the field, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.

8The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.

8The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.

9My 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.

9My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.

10My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

10Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.

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

11For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.

12The 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;

12The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:

13The 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.

13The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:

14O 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.

14My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.

15Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.

15Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.

16My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.

16My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,

17Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.

17Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.