Song of Songs 2
1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily
of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my
companion among the daughters.
3 As the apple among the trees of the
wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and
his fruit was sweet in my throat.
4 Bring me into the wine house; set
love before me. 5 Strengthen me with
perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with
love. 6 His left
hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall
embrace me.
7 I have charged you, ye daughters of
Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that ye do not rouse
or wake my love, until he please.
8 The voice of my kinsman! behold, he
comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9 My kinsman is like a roe or a young
hart on the mountains of Bæthel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking
through the windows, peeping through the lattices.
10 My kinsman answers, and says to
me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.
11 For, behold, the winter is past,
the rain is gone, it has departed.
12 The flowers are seen in the land;
the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard
in our land. 13 The fig-tree has put
forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a
smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.
14 Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near
the wall: shew me thy face, and cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is
sweet, and thy countenance is beautiful.
15 Take us the little foxes that
spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes.
16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his:
he feeds his flock among the lilies.
17 Until the day dawn, and the
shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be thou like to a roe or young hart on the
mountains of the ravines.