The Bride’s Admiration

“I am the [a](A)rose of (B)Sharon,
The (C)lily of the valleys.”

The Groom

“Like a lily among the thorns,
So is (D)my darling among the [b]young women.”

The Bride

“Like an (E)apple tree among the trees of the forest,
So is my beloved among the [c]young men.
In his shade I took great delight and sat down,
And his (F)fruit was sweet to my [d]taste.
He has (G)brought me to his [e]banquet hall,
And his (H)banner over me is love.
Refresh me with (I)raisin cakes,
Sustain me with (J)apples,
Because (K)I am lovesick.
(L)His left hand is under my head,
And (M)his right hand (N)embraces me.”

The Groom

(O)Swear to me, you (P)daughters of Jerusalem,
By the (Q)gazelles or by the (R)does of the field,
(S)That you will not disturb or awaken my love
Until she pleases.”

The Bride

“Listen! My beloved!
Behold, he is coming,
Leaping (T)on the mountains,
Jumping on the hills!
My beloved is like a (U)gazelle or a (V)young [f]stag.
Behold, he is standing behind our wall,
He is looking through the windows,
He is peering (W)through the lattice.

10 “My beloved responded and said to me,
(X)Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along.
11 For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
12 The blossoms have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for [g]pruning the vines,
And the voice of the (Y)turtledove has been heard in our land.
13 The (Z)fig tree has ripened its fruit,
And the (AA)vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’”

The Groom

14 (AB)My dove, (AC)in the clefts of the [h]rock,
In the hiding place of the mountain pathway,
Let me see [i]how you look,
(AD)Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is pleasant,
And [j]you look (AE)delightful.”

The Chorus

15 (AF)Catch the [k]foxes for us,
The [l]little [m]foxes that are ruining the vineyards,
While our (AG)vineyards are in blossom.”

The Bride

16 (AH)My beloved is mine, and I am his;
He (AI)pastures his flock among the lilies.
17 (AJ)Until the cool of the day, when the shadows flee,
Turn, my beloved, and be like a (AK)gazelle
Or a young stag (AL)on the mountains of [n]Bether.”

Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 2:1 Lit asphodel
  2. Song of Solomon 2:2 Lit daughters
  3. Song of Solomon 2:3 Lit sons
  4. Song of Solomon 2:3 Lit palate
  5. Song of Solomon 2:4 Lit house of wine
  6. Song of Solomon 2:9 Lit of the stags
  7. Song of Solomon 2:12 Or singing
  8. Song of Solomon 2:14 Or crag
  9. Song of Solomon 2:14 Lit your appearance
  10. Song of Solomon 2:14 Lit your appearance
  11. Song of Solomon 2:15 Or jackals
  12. Song of Solomon 2:15 Or young
  13. Song of Solomon 2:15 Or jackals
  14. Song of Solomon 2:17 Or ravines; or perfumes

I am a rose of Sharon,
    a lily of the valleys.(A)

As a lily among brambles,
    so is my love among maidens.

As an apple tree among the trees of the wood,
    so is my beloved among young men.
With great delight I sat in his shadow,
    and his fruit was sweet to my taste.(B)
He brought me to the banqueting house,
    and his intention toward[a] me was love.(C)
Sustain me with raisins,
    refresh me with apples,
    for I am faint with love.(D)
O that his left hand were under my head
    and that his right hand embraced me!(E)
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    by the gazelles or the wild does:
do not stir up or awaken love
    until it is ready!(F)

Springtime Rhapsody

The voice of my beloved!
    Look, he comes,
leaping upon the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.(G)
My beloved is like a gazelle
    or a young stag.
Look, there he stands
    behind our wall,
gazing in at the windows,
    looking through the lattice.(H)
10 My beloved speaks and says to me:
“Arise, my love, my fair one,
    and come away,(I)
11 for now the winter is past,
    the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
    the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
    is heard in our land.(J)
13 The fig tree puts forth its figs,
    and the vines are in blossom;
    they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one,
    and come away.(K)
14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
    in the covert of the cliff,
let me see your face;
    let me hear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.(L)
15 Catch us the foxes,
    the little foxes,
that ruin the vineyards—
    for our vineyards are in blossom.”(M)

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his;
    he pastures his flock among the lilies.(N)
17 Until the day breathes
    and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle
    or a young stag on the cleft mountains.[b](O)

Footnotes

  1. 2.4 Heb banner above
  2. 2.17 Or on the mountains of Bether; meaning of Heb uncertain

I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.

He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.

Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.

The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.

My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.

10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.

11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.

12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:

13 The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:

14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.

15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.

16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,

17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

I’m just a wildflower picked from the plains of Sharon,
    a lotus blossom from the valley pools.

The Man

A lotus blossoming in a swamp of weeds—
    that’s my dear friend among the girls in the village.

The Woman

3-4 As an apricot tree stands out in the forest,
    my lover stands above the young men in town.
All I want is to sit in his shade,
    to taste and savor his delicious love.
He took me home with him for a festive meal,
    but his eyes feasted on me!

5-6 Oh! Give me something refreshing to eat—and quickly!
    Apricots, raisins—anything. I’m about to faint with love!
His left hand cradles my head,
    and his right arm encircles my waist!

Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem,
    by the gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer:
Don’t excite love, don’t stir it up,
    until the time is ripe—and you’re ready.

8-10 Look! Listen! There’s my lover!
    Do you see him coming?
Vaulting the mountains,
    leaping the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle, graceful;
    like a young stag, virile.
Look at him there, on tiptoe at the gate,
    all ears, all eyes—ready!
My lover has arrived
    and he’s speaking to me!

The Man

10-14 Get up, my dear friend,
    fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Look around you: Winter is over;
    the winter rains are over, gone!
Spring flowers are in blossom all over.
    The whole world’s a choir—and singing!
Spring warblers are filling the forest
    with sweet strains.
Lilacs are exuberantly purple and perfumed,
    and cherry trees fragrant with blossoms.
Oh, get up, dear friend,
    my fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Come, my shy and modest dove—
    leave your seclusion, come out in the open.
Let me see your face,
    let me hear your voice.
For your voice is soothing
    and your face is ravishing.

The Woman

15 Then you must protect me from the foxes,
    foxes on the prowl,
Foxes who would like nothing better
    than to get into our flowering garden.

16-17 My lover is mine, and I am his.
    Nightly he strolls in our garden,
Delighting in the flowers
    until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.

Turn to me, dear lover.
    Come like a gazelle.
Leap like a wild stag
    on delectable mountains!