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Song of Solomon 2

1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. 2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. ^{▼▼I sat...: Heb. I delighted and sat down, etc
,} ^{▼▼taste: Heb. palate} 4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. ^{▼▼banqueting...: Heb. house of wine} 5 Sustain me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick with love. ^{▼▼comfort...: Heb. straw me with apples} 6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. 7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not, nor awake my love, till he please. ^{▼▼I charge...: Heb. I adjure you}

8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. 9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, gazing himself through the lattice. ^{▼▼shewing...: Heb. flourishing} 10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, my love, my fair one, and come away. 11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; 12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land; 13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. 15 Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes. 16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. 17 Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. ^{▼▼of Bether: or, of division}