Song of Solomon 2

The Bride’s Admiration

1
BRIDE
“I am the
Lit crocus
,
crose of dSharon,
The elily of the valleys.”

2
BRIDEGROOM
Like a lily among the thorns,
So is gmy darling among the
Lit daughters
maidens.”

3
BRIDE
“Like an
Or apricot
,
kapple tree among the trees of the forest,
So is my beloved among the
Lit sons
young men.
In his shade I took great delight and sat down,
And his mfruit was sweet to my
Lit palate
taste.
4“He has obrought me to his
Lit house of wine
banquet hall,
And his qbanner over me is love.
5Sustain me with rraisin cakes,
Refresh me with
Or apricots
,
tapples,
Because uI am lovesick.
6“Let vhis left hand be under my head
And whis right hand xembrace me.”

7
BRIDEGROOM
“I zadjure you, O aadaughters of Jerusalem,
By the abgazelles or by the achinds of the field,
adThat you do not arouse or awaken my love
Until
Or it
she pleases.”

8
BRIDE
Listen! My beloved!
Behold, he is coming,
Climbing agon the mountains,
Leaping on the hills!
9My beloved is like a ahgazelle or a aiyoung
Lit of the stags
stag.
Behold, he is standing behind our wall,
He is looking through the windows,
He is peering akthrough the lattice.

10My beloved responded and said to me,
alArise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along.
11For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
12The flowers have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for
Or singing
pruning the vines,
And the voice of the anturtledove has been heard in our land.
13‘The aofig tree has ripened its figs,
And the apvines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’”

14
BRIDEGROOM
“O army dove, asin the clefts of the
Or crag
rock,
In the secret place of the steep
Or cliff
pathway,
Let me see your
Lit appearance
form,
awLet me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your
Lit appearance
form is aylovely.”

15
CHORUS
,
baCatch the foxes for us,
The
Or young
little foxes that are ruining the vineyards,
While our bcvineyards are in blossom.”

16
BRIDE
,
beMy beloved is mine, and I am his;
He bfpastures his flock among the lilies.
17 bgUntil
Lit the day blows
the cool of the day when the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved, and be like a bigazelle
Or a young stag bjon the mountains of
Or cleavage or a kind of spice
Bether.”

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