Song of Solomon 2

1
BRIDE
I am the
Lit crocus
rose of Sharon,
The lily of the valleys.”
2
BRIDEGROOM
Like a lily among the thorns,
So is my darling among the daughters.”
3
BRIDE
Like an
Or apricot
apple tree among the trees of the forest,
So is my beloved among the sons.
In his shade I had great desire and sat down,
And his fruit was sweet to my
Lit palate
taste.
4“He has brought me to his
Lit house of wine
house of banqueting,
And his banner over me is love.
5“Sustain me with raisin cakes,
Refresh me with
Or apricots
apples,
Because I am lovesick.
6“Let his left hand be under my head
And his right hand embrace me.”
7
BRIDEGROOM
I call you to solemnly swear, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the gazelles or by the hinds of the field,
That you do not arouse or awaken my love
Until
Or it
she pleases.”

The Bride Delights in Her Beloved

8
BRIDE
The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he is coming,
Leaping on the mountains,
Jumping on the hills!
9“My beloved is like a gazelle or a young
Lit of the stags
stag.
Behold, he is standing behind our wall;
He gazes through the windows;
He is peering through the lattice.
10“My beloved answered and said to me,
‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along.
11‘For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over; it is gone.
12‘The flowers have appeared in the land;
The time for
Or singing
pruning has arrived;
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
13‘The fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’ ”
14
BRIDEGROOM
O my dove, in the clefts of the
Or crag
rock,
In the secret place of the steep
Or cliff
pathway,
Let me see your appearance,
Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your appearance is lovely.”
15
CHORUS
Seize the foxes for us,
The
Or young
little foxes that are wreaking destruction on the vineyards,
While our vineyards are in blossom.”
16
BRIDE
My beloved is mine, and I am his,
He who shepherds his flock among the lilies.
17“Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,
Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle
Or a young stag on the mountains of
Or ravines, a kind of spice
Bether.”
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