Song of Songs 2

1I am a wildflower of Sharon,[#2:1 Traditionally translated rose , but more likely a crocus, daffodil , or lotus .; #2:1 is a region on the coast of Israel.]

a lily of the valleys.

2Like a lily among thorns,

so is my darling among the girls.

He Embraces Me

3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest

is my lover among the boys.

I desire to sit in his shade.

His fruit is sweet to my taste.

4He has brought me to the reception hall,[#2:4 Literally house of wine , an expression that speaks of drink more than food]

and his banner over me is love.

5Strengthen me with raisin cakes.

Refresh me with apples,

for I am weak from love.

6His left arm is under my head,

and his right arm embraces me.

7Daughters of Jerusalem,

you must swear to me by the gazelles

or by the does of the field:

that you will not arouse or awaken love

until it so desires.

Let Us Go to the Country

8Listen! It's my lover!

Look! Here he comes, leaping on the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

9My lover is like a gazelle

or like a young buck.

Look! There he is, standing behind our wall,

gazing through the windows,

peeking through the lattice.

10My lover responded and said to me:

Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,

and come.

11Look! Winter is over.

The rainy season has come to an end.

12Flowers are seen in the land.

The season of singing has arrived.

The cooing of the turtle dove is heard in our land.

13The fruit of the fig tree is beginning to ripen.

The grape vines are in blossom.

They spread their fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling.

My beautiful one, come.

Let Me See You!

14My dove is in the clefts of the rock,

in the hiding places on the mountainside.

Let me see how you look.

Let me hear your voice,

because your voice is pleasant,

and you are lovely to look at.

Foxes in Our Vineyard

15Catch the foxes for us,

the little foxes that ruin the vineyards,

our vineyards that are in blossom.

My Lover Is Mine

He browses among the lilies

16My lover is mine and I am his.

He browses among the lilies.

17Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,

turn, my lover, and be like a gazelle

or like a young buck on the divided mountains.

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