Song of Solomon 2
1I am a meadow flower of Sharon, 1 a lily of the valleys. The man speaking to the woman 1
2As a lily among thorns, 1 so is my love among the young women. The woman speaking to herself 1
3As an apricot tree among the trees of the forest, 1 so is my beloved among the young men. 1 I sit down under his shadow with great delight, 1 and his fruit is sweet to my taste. 1
4He brought me to the house of wine, 1 and his banner over me was love. The woman speaking to the man 1
5Revive me with raisin cakes and refresh me with apricots, 1 for I am weak with love. The woman speaking to herself 1
6His left hand is under my head, 1 and his right hand embraces me. The woman speaking to the other women 1
7I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, 1 by the gazelles and the does of the fields, 1 that you will not awaken or arouse love 1 until she pleases. The woman speaking to herself 1
8There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes, 1 leaping over the mountains, 1 jumping over the hills. 1
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag; 1 look, he is standing behind our wall, 1 gazing through the window, 1 peering through the lattice. 1
10My beloved spoke to me and said, 1 “Arise, my love; 1 My beautiful one, come away with me. 1
11Look, the winter is past; 1 the rain is over and gone. 1
12The flowers have appeared in the land; 1 the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come, 1 and the sound of the doves is heard in our land. 1
13The fig tree ripens her green figs, 1 and the vines are in blossom; 1 they give off their fragrance. 1 Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. 1
14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, 1 in the secret clefts of the mountain crags, 1 let me see your face. 1 Let me hear your voice, 1 for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.” The woman speaking to the man 1
15Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes 1 that spoil vineyards, 1 for our vineyard is in blossom. 1
16My beloved is mine, and I am his; 1 he grazes among the lilies with pleasure. The woman speaking to the man 1
17Go away, my beloved, 1 before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away. 1 Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag 1 on the rugged mountains.