2:1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily of 
    the valleys. 
     
    2:2 As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters. 
     
    2:3 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. 
     
    2:4 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me. 
     
    2:5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I [am] wounded 
    with love. 
     
    2:6 His left [hand shall be] under my head, and his right hand shall embrace 
    me. 
     
    2:7 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.  
     
    2:8 The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, 
    bounding over the hills. 
     
    2:9 My kinsman is like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Baethel: 
    behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through 
    the lattices.  
     
    2:10 My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my 
    fair one, my dove. 
     
    2:11 For, behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed. 
     
    2:12 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. 
     
    2:13 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. 
     
    2:14 [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. 
     
    2:15 Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth 
    tender grapes. 
     
    2:16 My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds [his flock] among the 
    lilies. 
     
    2:17 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.  | 
    2:1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of 
    the valleys. 
     
    2:2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. 
     
    2:3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among 
    the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was 
    sweet to my taste. 
     
    2:4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. 
     
    2:5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. 
     
    2:6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. 
     
    2:7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds 
    of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. 
     
    2:8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, 
    skipping upon the hills. 
     
    2:9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our 
    wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. 
     
    2:10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and 
    come away. 
     
    2:11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; 
     
    2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is 
    come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; 
     
    2:13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the 
    tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. 
     
    2:14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of 
    the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is 
    thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. 
     
    2:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our 
    vines have tender grapes. 
     
    2:16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. 
     
    2:17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and 
    be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.  |