Song of Solomon 2

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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;

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:

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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