Songs 2

1 (SS 5:13; Isa 35:1-2) I am the rose of Sharon,

the lily of the valleys.



1 I am the rose of Sharon,

And the lily of the valleys.



The Man



2 As a lily among thorns,

so is my love among the maidens.



2 As the lily among thorns,

So is my love among the daughters.



The Woman



3 (SS 8:5; Isa 25:4 ) As an apple tree among the trees of the forest,

so is my beloved among the young men.

In his shadow I sat with great delight,

and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

4 (SS 1:4) He brought me to the banquet house,

and his banner over me was love.

5 (SS 5:8; 2Sa 6:19) Sustain me with raisins,

r efresh me with apples;

for I am faint with love.

6 His left hand is under my head,

and his right hand embraces me.

7 (SS 3:5; 8:4; 1:5) I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

by the gazelles or the does of the field,

do not stir up or awaken love

until it pleases.

8 The voice of my beloved!

Look, he comes

leaping over the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

9 (SS 8:14; 2:17 ) My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.

Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows,

looking through the lattice.

10 (SS 2:13) My beloved speaks and says to me:

"Rise up, my love,

my fair one, and come away.

11 For now the winter has past;

the rain is over and gone.

12 The flowers appear on the earth;

the time of singing has come,

and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13 (SS 2:10) The fig tree puts forth its green figs,

and the vines their blossoms;

and they give forth fragrance.

Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

14 (SS 1:5; 8:13) O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the secret places of the cliffs,

let me see your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

15 (SS 2:13; 7:12) Catch the foxes for us,

the little foxes

that spoil the vineyards,

for our vineyards are in blossom."

16 (SS 6:3; 7:10; 4:5) My beloved is mine, and I am his;

he feeds his flock among the lilies.

17 (SS 4:6) Until the day breathes

and the shadows flee,

turn, my beloved,

be like a gazelle

or a young stag

on the cleft mountains. [Or mountains of Bether.]



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.

4 He brought me to the banqueting house,

And his banner over me was love.

5 Stay me with flagons,

Comfort me with apples:

For I am sick of love.

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 up, nor awake my love,

Till he please.

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,

Shewing himself through the lattice.

10 My beloved spake, and said unto me,

Rise up, 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 turtle

Is heard in our land;

13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,

And the vines with the tender grape

Give a good smell.

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 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 break,

And the shadows flee away,

Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart

Upon the mountains of Bether.



Songs 3

1 (SS 5:6; 1:)7On my bed by night I sought him

whom my soul loves;

I sought him, but found him not.

2 I will rise now and go about the city,

in the streets and in the squares;

I will seek him whom my soul loves.

I sought him, but found him not.

3 (SS 5:7; Isa 21:6-8) The watchmen found me,

as they went about the city.

"Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"

4 (Pr 4:13; 8:17) Scarcely had I passed them,

when I found him whom my soul loves.

I held him, and would not let him go

until I brought him to my mother's house,

and into the chamber of her who conceived me.

5 (SS 2:7; 8:4 ) I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

by the gazelles or does of the field,

do not stir up or awaken love

until it pleases.

6 (SS 8:5; 1:13) Who is that coming up from the wilderness,

like columns of smoke,

perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,

with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

7 Look, it is the litter of Solomon!

Around it are sixty mighty men,

of the mighty men of Israel,

8 (Ps 45:3; 91:5) all of them holding swords

and expert in war,

each with his sword at his thigh,

because of terrors by night.

9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin

from the wood of Lebanon.

10 He made its posts of silver,

its back of gold,

its seat of purple;

its interior was inlaid with love

by the daughters of Jerusalem.

11 (Isa 62:5; 4:4) Go forth, O daughters of Zion,

and see King Solomon with the crown

with which his mother crowned him

on the day of his wedding,

on the day of the gladness of his heart.



1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth:

I sought him, but I found him not.

2 I will rise now, and go about the city

In the streets, and in the broad ways

I will seek him whom my soul loveth:

I sought him, but I found him not.

3 The watchmen that go about the city found me:

To whom I said,

Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

4 It was but a little that I passed from them,

But I found him whom my soul loveth:

I held him, and would not let him go,

Until I had brought him into my mother's house,

And into the chamber of her that conceived me.

5 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,

By the roes, and by the hinds of the field,

That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,

Till he please.

6 Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness

Like pillars of smoke,

Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,

With all powders of the merchant?

7 Behold his bed, which is Solomon's;

Threescore valiant men are about it,

Of the valiant of Israel.

8 They all hold swords,

Being expert in war:

Every man hath his sword upon his thigh

Because of fear in the night.

9 King Solomon made himself a chariot

Of the wood of Lebanon.

10 He made the pillars thereof of silver,

The bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple,

The midst thereof being paved with love,

For the daughters of Jerusalem.

11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion,

And behold king Solomon

With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him

In the day of his espousals,

And in the day of the gladness of his heart.