Song of Solomon 2

1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.

2 Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.

3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

4 He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.

5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.

6 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.

7 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.

8 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.

9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.

10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.

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

12 The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.

13 The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”

14 O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.

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

16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

17 Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.

1 ¶ I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.

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

3 ¶ 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 brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love.

5 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 hand doth embrace me.

7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.

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

9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

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

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

12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

13 The fig tree putteth 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 ¶ O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely.

15 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: he feedeth among the lilies.

17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

1 I am a flower to Saron, and a rose in the valley.

2 As a rose among thorns, so is my friend among daughters.

3 As an apple tree among the wild trees, so is my friend among the sons. I sit under the shade of him whom I desire, And his fruit is sweet to my throat.

4 He leadeth me into the wine cellar, and love is his banner over me.

5 He hath refreshed me with flowers, and fed me with apples: for I am sick of love.

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

7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up my friend, nor stir her up, until ye yourselves fall.

8 There is the voice of my friend. Behold, he cometh, and leapeth upon the mountains, and leapeth upon the hills.

9 My friend is like a roe deer, or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, and looketh through the window, and peepeth through the lattice.

10 My friend answereth and saith unto me, Arise, my friend, my fair one, and come hither.

11 For, behold, the winter is past, and the rain is gone and gone;

12 The flowers are come forth in the land, the spring is come, and the turtledove is heard in our land;

13 The fig tree has gained nodes, the vines have gained eyes and give their smell. Arise, my friend, and come, my beautiful one, come here!

14 My dove in the holes of the rock, in the clefts of the stone, show me thy form, let me hear thy voice. For thy voice is sweet, and thy form lovely.

15 Fear us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards: for our vineyards have gained eyes.

16 My friend is mine, and I am his that feedeth among the roses,

17 Till the day be cool, and the shadow depart. Turn back, become like a deer, my friend, or like a young stag on the Scheideberge!