Song of Solomon — Chapter 2

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

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

3Like 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.

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

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

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

7O 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

14O 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.

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

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

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

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

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 beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

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

5Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

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

7I 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.

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

9My 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.

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

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

12The 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;

13The 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.

14O 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.

15Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

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

17Until 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.

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

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

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.

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

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

6His left hand [is] under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

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.

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

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

11For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is 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;

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.

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.

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

16My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth [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.

1The Beloved to Her Lover: I am a meadow flower from Sharon, a lily from the valleys.

2The Lover to His Beloved: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my darling among the maidens.

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

4The Beloved about Her Lover: He brought me into the banquet hall, and he looked at me lovingly.

5Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.

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

7The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields: Do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases!

8The Beloved about Her Lover: Listen! My lover is approaching! Look! Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills!

9My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.

10The Lover to His Beloved: My lover spoke to me, saying: “Arise, my darling; My beautiful one, come away with me!

11Look! The winter has passed, the winter rains are over and gone.

12Blossoms have appeared in the land; the time for pruning and singing has come; the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13The fig tree has ripened its figs; the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance. Arise, come away my darling; my beautiful one, come away with me!”

14The Lover to His Beloved: O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountain crags, let me see your face; let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

15The Beloved to Her Lover: Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes, that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyard is in bloom.

16The Beloved about Her Lover: My lover is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.

17The Beloved to Her Lover: Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved— be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountain gorges.

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

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

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, his fruit was sweet to my taste.

4He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.

5Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.

6His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

7I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

9My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

10My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

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

12The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”

14My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

15Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that plunder the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

16My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

17Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.