Song of Solomon 2
1 Bride: I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.
I am a meadow flower of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters.
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the young women.
3 Bride to Chorus: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
As an apricot tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I sit down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.
He brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.
5 Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
Revive me with raisin cakes and refresh me with apricots, for I am weak with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7 Groom to Chorus: I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills.
I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the fields, that you will not awaken or arouse love until she pleases.
8 Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, jumping over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag. Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag; look, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.
10 Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
My beloved spoke to me and said, “Arise, my love; My beautiful one, come away with me.
11 For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
Look, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
The flowers have appeared in the land; the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come, and the sound of the doves is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance.
The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give off their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful.
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret clefts of the mountain crags, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”
15 Chorus to Groom and Bride: Capture for us the little foxes, which are tearing down the vines; for our vineyard has flourished.
Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil vineyards, for our vineyard is in blossom.
16 Bride to Chorus: My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies,
My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
17 until the day rises and the shadows decline. Bride to Groom: Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.
Go away, my beloved, before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away. Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.
