Song Of Solomon 2

“^[a]I am the ^[b]rose of Sharon,
The lily of the valleys.”

I am a rose^[b] of Sharon,
    a lily of the valleys.

“^[c]Like a lily among the thorns,
So is my darling among the ^[d]maidens.”

Like a lily among thorns
    is my darling among the young women.

“^[e]Like an ^[f]apple tree among the trees of the forest,
So is my beloved among the ^[g]young men.
In his shade I took great delight and sat down,
And his fruit was sweet to my ^[h]taste.

Like an apple^[c] 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.

“He has brought me to his ^[i]banquet hall,
And his banner over me is love.

Let him lead me to the banquet hall,
    and let his banner over me be love.

“Sustain me with raisin cakes,
Refresh me with ^[j]apples,
Because I am lovesick.

Strengthen me with raisins,
    refresh me with apples,
    for I am faint with love.

“Let his left hand be under my head
And his right hand embrace me.”

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

“^[k]I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the gazelles or by the hinds of the field,
That you do not arouse or awaken my love
Until ^[l]she pleases.”

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
    by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.

“^[m]Listen! My beloved!
Behold, he is coming,
Climbing on the mountains,
Leaping on the hills!

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

“My beloved is like a gazelle or a young ^[n]stag.
Behold, he is standing behind our wall,
He is looking through the windows,
He is peering through the lattice.

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

“My beloved responded and said to me,
‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along.

My beloved spoke and said to me,
    ‘Arise, my darling,
    my beautiful one, come with me.

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

See! The winter is past;
    the rains are over and gone.

‘The flowers have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for ^[o]pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
    is heard in our land.

‘The fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’”

The fig-tree forms its early fruit;
    the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.’

“^[p]O my dove, in the clefts of the ^[q]rock,
In the secret place of the steep ^[r]pathway,
Let me see your ^[s]form,
Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your ^[t]form is lovely.”

My dove in the clefts of the rock,
    in the hiding-places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.

“^[u]Catch the foxes for us,
The ^[v]little foxes that are ruining the vineyards,
While our vineyards are in blossom.”

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

“^[w]My beloved is mine, and I am his;
He pastures his flock among the lilies.

My beloved is mine and I am his;
    he browses among the lilies.

“Until ^[x]the cool of the day when the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle
Or a young stag on the mountains of ^[y]Bether.”