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I am a rose on the plain of Sharon,[a]
    a lily[b] in the valleys.

He Speaks

My darling, among other women,
    you are like a lily among thorns!

She Speaks

My lover, among other men,
    you are an apple tree among the wild trees in the forest!

She Speaks to the Women

I enjoy sitting in my lover’s shadow;
    his fruit is so sweet to my taste.
My lover took me to the wine house;
    his intent toward me was love.
Strengthen me with raisins[c];
    refresh me with apples, because I am weak with love.[d]
My lover’s left arm is under my head,
    and his right arm holds me.

Women of Jerusalem, promise me by the gazelles and wild deer,
    don’t awaken love,
    don’t arouse love, until I am ready.[e]

She Speaks Again

I hear my lover’s voice.
    Here it comes, jumping over the mountains,
    skipping over the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle
    or a young deer.
Look at him standing behind our wall,
    staring out the window,
    looking through the lattice.[f]
10 My lover speaks to me,
“Get up, my darling, my beautiful one.
    Let’s go away!
11 Look, winter is past,
    the rains have come and gone.
12 The flowers are blooming in the fields.
    It’s time to sing![g]
    Listen, the doves have returned.
13 Young figs are growing on the fig trees.
    Smell the vines in bloom.
Get up, my darling, my beautiful one.
    Let’s go away!”

He Speaks

14 My dove, hiding in the caves high on the cliff,
    hidden here on the mountain,
let me see you,
    let me hear your voice.
Your voice is so pleasant,
    and you are so beautiful!

She Speaks to the Women

15 Catch the foxes for us—
    the little foxes
that spoil the vineyard.
    Our vineyard is now in bloom.

16 My lover is mine,
    and I am his!
My lover feeds among the lilies,
17     while the day breathes its last breath
    and the shadows run away.
Turn, my lover,
    be like a gazelle or a young deer on the cleft mountains![h]

Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 2:1 rose … Sharon Or “a crocus on the plain.”
  2. Song of Solomon 2:1 lily A kind of flower. Here, it is probably a red flower. Also in 5:13.
  3. Song of Solomon 2:5 raisins Or “raisin cakes.”
  4. Song of Solomon 2:5 I am weak with love Or “I am lovesick.”
  5. Song of Solomon 2:7 until I am ready Literally, “until it desires.”
  6. Song of Solomon 2:9 lattice A wooden screen over a window.
  7. Song of Solomon 2:12 sing Or “prune.”
  8. Song of Solomon 2:17 the cleft mountains Or “the mountains of Bether” or “the mountains of spice.”

I am a rose of Sharon,
    a lily of the valleys.

Like a lily among thorns,
    so is my darling among the daughters.

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
    so is my lover among the sons.
In his shadow I delighted to sit,
    and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He has brought me to the banquet house
    and his banner over me is love.
Sustain me with raisin cakes,
    refresh me with apples—
    for I am weak with love.
His left hand is under my head
    and his right hand embraces me.

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you,
    by the gazelles and does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it delights.

The voice of my lover!
Behold, he is coming—
    leaping over the mountains,
    springing over the hills!
My lover is like a gazelle
    or a young buck among the stags.
Look! He is standing behind our wall—
    gazing through the windows,
    peering through the lattice.

10 In response my lover said to me:
“Get yourself up, my darling,
    my pretty one, and come, come![a]
11 For behold, the winter has past,
    the rain is over, it has gone.
12 Blossoms appear in the land,
    the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove
    is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree ripens its early figs.
    The blossoming vines give off their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling,
    my pretty one, and come, come!
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock,
    in a secret place along the steep path,
    let me see your form,
    let me hear your voice.
For your voice is sweet
    and your form is lovely.”

15 Catch the foxes for us—
    the little foxes that ruin the vineyards,
    for our vineyards are in blossom.

The Bride’s Revelry

16 My lover is mine, and I am his!
    He grazes his flocks among the lilies.
17 Until the day cools
    and the shadows flee away,
turn about, my lover,
    like a gazelle or like a stag
    upon the mountains of spices.

Beloved

I am a rose of Sharon,
    a lily of the valleys.

Lover

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

Beloved

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,
    his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banquet hall.
    His banner over me is love.
Strengthen me with raisins,
    refresh me with apples;
    for I am faint with love.
His left hand is under my head.
    His right hand embraces me.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
    by the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
    that you not stir up, nor awaken love,
    until it so desires.

The voice of my beloved!
    Behold, he comes,
    leaping on the mountains,
    skipping on the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young deer.
    Behold, he stands behind our wall!
He looks in at the windows.
    He glances through the lattice.

10 My beloved spoke, and said to me,
    “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
11 For behold, the winter is past.
    The rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth.
    The time of the singing has come,
    and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree ripens her green figs.
    The vines are in blossom.
    They give out their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
    and come away.”

Lover

14 My dove in the clefts of the rock,
    in the hiding places of the mountainside,
    let me see your face.
    Let me hear your voice;
    for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
15 Catch for us the foxes,
    the little foxes that plunder the vineyards;
    for our vineyards are in blossom.

Beloved

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his.
    He browses among the lilies.
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,
    turn, my beloved,
    and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.

I am the rose of Sharon, 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 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.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

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

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.

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

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.

10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

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;

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.

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.

15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

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.