Song of Solomon 2

The Bride’s Admiration

1 “I am the
Lit asphodel
,
brose of cSharon,
The dlily of the valleys.”
The Groom

2 “Like a lily among the thorns,
So is emy darling among the
Lit daughters
young women.”
The Bride

3 “Like an gapple 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 ifruit was sweet to my
Lit palate
taste.
4 “He has kbrought me to his
Lit house of wine
banquet hall,
And his mbanner over me is love.
5 “Refresh me with nraisin cakes,
Sustain me with oapples,
Because pI am lovesick.
6qHis left hand is under my head,
And rhis right hand sembraces me.”
The Groom

7tSwear to me, you udaughters of Jerusalem,
By the vgazelles or by the wdoes of the field,
xThat you will not disturb or awaken my love
Until she pleases.”
The Bride

8 “Listen! My beloved!
Behold, he is coming,
Leaping yon the mountains,
Jumping on the hills!
9 “My beloved is like a zgazelle or a aayoung
Lit of the stags
stag.
Behold, he is standing behind our wall,
He is looking through the windows,
He is peering acthrough the lattice.

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

14aiMy dove, ajin the clefts of the
Or crag
rock,
In the hiding place of the mountain pathway,
Let me see
Lit your appearance
how you look,
amLet me hear your voice;
For your voice is pleasant,
And
Lit your appearance
you look aodelightful.”
The Chorus

15apCatch the
Or jackals
foxes for us,
The
Or young
little
Or jackals
foxes that are ruining the vineyards,
While our atvineyards are in blossom.”
The Bride

16auMy beloved is mine, and I am his;
He avpastures his flock among the lilies.
17awUntil the cool of the day, when the shadows flee,
Turn, my beloved, and be like a axgazelle
Or a young stag ayon the mountains of
Or ravines; or perfumes
Bether.”
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