The Song of Solomon, 2
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.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love,
my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
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;
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.
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.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for
our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the
lilies.
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.