Song Of Solomon 2
MSG — The Message Bible (MSG)
NLT — New Living Translation Bible (NLT)
Verse 1
I’m just a wildflower picked from the plains of Sharon,
a lotus blossom from the valley pools.
a lotus blossom from the valley pools.
The Man
Young Man
Verse 2
A lotus blossoming in a swamp of weeds—
that’s my dear friend among the girls in the village.
that’s my dear friend among the girls in the village.
The Woman
Like a lily among thistles
is my darling among young women.
is my darling among young women.
Young Woman
Verse 3
As an apricot tree stands out in the forest,
my lover stands above the young men in town.
All I want is to sit in his shade,
to taste and savor his delicious love.
He took me home with him for a festive meal,
but his eyes feasted on me!
my lover stands above the young men in town.
All I want is to sit in his shade,
to taste and savor his delicious love.
He took me home with him for a festive meal,
but his eyes feasted on me!
Like the finest apple tree in the orchard
is my lover among other young men.
I sit in his delightful shade
and taste his delicious fruit.
is my lover among other young men.
I sit in his delightful shade
and taste his delicious fruit.
Verse 4
— not in MSG
He escorts me to the banquet hall;
it’s obvious how much he loves me.
it’s obvious how much he loves me.
Verse 5
Oh! Give me something refreshing to eat—and quickly!
Apricots, raisins—anything. I’m about to faint with love!
His left hand cradles my head,
and his right arm encircles my waist!
Apricots, raisins—anything. I’m about to faint with love!
His left hand cradles my head,
and his right arm encircles my waist!
Strengthen me with raisin cakes,
refresh me with apples,
for I am weak with love.
refresh me with apples,
for I am weak with love.
Verse 6
— not in MSG
His left arm is under my head,
and his right arm embraces me.
and his right arm embraces me.
Verse 7
Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem,
by the gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer:
Don’t excite love, don’t stir it up,
until the time is ripe—and you’re ready.
by the gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer:
Don’t excite love, don’t stir it up,
until the time is ripe—and you’re ready.
Promise me, O women of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and wild deer,
not to awaken love until the time is right.[b]
by the gazelles and wild deer,
not to awaken love until the time is right.[b]
Verse 8
Look! Listen! There’s my lover!
Do you see him coming?
Vaulting the mountains,
leaping the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle, graceful;
like a young stag, virile.
Look at him there, on tiptoe at the gate,
all ears, all eyes—ready!
My lover has arrived
and he’s speaking to me!
Do you see him coming?
Vaulting the mountains,
leaping the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle, graceful;
like a young stag, virile.
Look at him there, on tiptoe at the gate,
all ears, all eyes—ready!
My lover has arrived
and he’s speaking to me!
The Man
Ah, I hear my lover coming!
He is leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
He is leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
Verse 9
— not in MSG
My lover is like a swift gazelle
or a young stag.
Look, there he is behind the wall,
looking through the window,
peering into the room.
or a young stag.
Look, there he is behind the wall,
looking through the window,
peering into the room.
Verse 10
Get up, my dear friend,
fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Look around you: Winter is over;
the winter rains are over, gone!
Spring flowers are in blossom all over.
The whole world’s a choir—and singing!
Spring warblers are filling the forest
with sweet arpeggios.
Lilacs are exuberantly purple and perfumed,
and cherry trees fragrant with blossoms.
Oh, get up, dear friend,
my fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Come, my shy and modest dove—
leave your seclusion, come out in the open.
Let me see your face,
let me hear your voice.
For your voice is soothing
and your face is ravishing.
fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Look around you: Winter is over;
the winter rains are over, gone!
Spring flowers are in blossom all over.
The whole world’s a choir—and singing!
Spring warblers are filling the forest
with sweet arpeggios.
Lilacs are exuberantly purple and perfumed,
and cherry trees fragrant with blossoms.
Oh, get up, dear friend,
my fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Come, my shy and modest dove—
leave your seclusion, come out in the open.
Let me see your face,
let me hear your voice.
For your voice is soothing
and your face is ravishing.
The Woman
My lover said to me,
“Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!
“Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!
Verse 11
— not in MSG
Look, the winter is past,
and the rains are over and gone.
and the rains are over and gone.
Verse 12
— not in MSG
The flowers are springing up,
the season of singing birds[c] has come,
and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.
the season of singing birds[c] has come,
and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.
Verse 13
— not in MSG
The fig trees are forming young fruit,
and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.
Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!”
and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.
Rise up, my darling!
Come away with me, my fair one!”
Young Man
Verse 14
— not in MSG
My dove is hiding behind the rocks,
behind an outcrop on the cliff.
Let me see your face;
let me hear your voice.
For your voice is pleasant,
and your face is lovely.
behind an outcrop on the cliff.
Let me see your face;
let me hear your voice.
For your voice is pleasant,
and your face is lovely.
Young Women of Jerusalem
Verse 15
Then you must protect me from the foxes,
foxes on the prowl,
Foxes who would like nothing better
than to get into our flowering garden.
foxes on the prowl,
Foxes who would like nothing better
than to get into our flowering garden.
Catch all the foxes,
those little foxes,
before they ruin the vineyard of love,
for the grapevines are blossoming!
those little foxes,
before they ruin the vineyard of love,
for the grapevines are blossoming!
Young Woman
Verse 16
My lover is mine, and I am his.
Nightly he strolls in our garden,
Delighting in the flowers
until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.
Nightly he strolls in our garden,
Delighting in the flowers
until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.
Turn to me, dear lover.
Come like a gazelle.
Leap like a wild stag
on delectable mountains!
My lover is mine, and I am his.
He browses among the lilies.
He browses among the lilies.
Verse 17
— not in MSG
Before the dawn breezes blow
and the night shadows flee,
return to me, my love, like a gazelle
or a young stag on the rugged mountains.[d]
and the night shadows flee,
return to me, my love, like a gazelle
or a young stag on the rugged mountains.[d]