Song of Solomon 2:1
As a lily among the thorns,
Song of Solomon 2:2
So is my friend among the daughters!
Song of Solomon 2:3
As 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.
Song of Solomon 2:4
He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me is love,
Song of Solomon 2:5
Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I am sick with love.
Song of Solomon 2:6
His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
Song of Solomon 2:7
I 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!
Song of Solomon 2:8
The voice of my beloved! lo, this--he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
Song of Solomon 2:9
My 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.
Song of Solomon 2:10
My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
Song of Solomon 2:11
For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away--it hath gone.
Song of Solomon 2:12
The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,
Song of Solomon 2:13
The 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.
Song of Solomon 2:14
My 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.
Song of Solomon 2:15
Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes--destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
Song of Solomon 2:16
My beloved is mine, and I am his, Who is delighting among the lilies,
Song of Solomon 2:17
Till 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!