Song of Songs 2
1As a lily among the thorns,
2So is my friend among the daughters!
3As a citron among trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit is sweet to my palate.
4He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me is love,
5Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I am sick with love.
6His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
7I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
8The voice of my beloved! lo, this — he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
9My beloved is like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this — he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
11For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away — it hath gone.
12The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,
13The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.
14My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice is sweet, and thy appearance comely.
15Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes — destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his, Who is delighting among the lilies,
17Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!