Song of Solomon 2

The Bride’s Admiration

“I am the
Lit crocus
c rose of d Sharon,
The e lily of the valleys.”

Like a lily among the thorns,
So is g my darling among the
Lit daughters

“Like an
Or apricot
k apple 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 m fruit was sweet to my
Lit palate
“He has o brought me to his
Lit house of wine
banquet hall,
And his q banner over me is love.
Sustain me with r raisin cakes,
Refresh me with
Or apricots
t apples,
Because u I am lovesick.
“Let v his left hand be under my head
And w his right hand x embrace me.”

“I z adjure you, O aa daughters of Jerusalem,
By the ab gazelles or by the ac hinds of the field,
ad That you do not arouse or awaken my love
Or it
she pleases.”

Listen! My beloved!
Behold, he is coming,
Climbing ag on the mountains,
Leaping on the hills!
My beloved is like a ah gazelle or a ai young
Lit of the stags
Behold, he is standing behind our wall,
He is looking through the windows,
He is peering ak through the lattice.

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

“O ar my dove as in the clefts of the
Or crag
In the secret place of the steep
Or cliff
Let me see your
Lit appearance
aw Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your
Lit appearance
form is ay lovely.”

ba Catch the foxes for us,
Or young
little foxes that are ruining the vineyards,
While our bc vineyards are in blossom.”

be My beloved is mine, and I am his;
He bf pastures his flock among the lilies.
17  bg Until
Lit the day blows
the cool of the day when the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved, and be like a bi gazelle
Or a young stag bj on the mountains of
Or cleavage or a kind of spice

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