Song of Solomon 2

1As a lily among the thorns,

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

2So <FI>is<Fi> my friend among the daughters!

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

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

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

5Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I <FI>am<Fi> sick with love.

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

6His left hand <FI>is<Fi> under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

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

7I 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!

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! lo, this--he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

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

9My beloved <FI>is<Fi> 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.

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.

10My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

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

11For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away--it hath gone.

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

12The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was 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 ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

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 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 <FI>is<Fi> sweet, and thy appearance 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.

15Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes--destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

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

16My beloved <FI>is<Fi> mine, and I <FI>am<Fi> his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

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

17Till 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!

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