Song of Solomon 2 DBY
Summary: The woman calls herself "a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys" (v. 1), and he answers that she is a lily among brambles compared to other young women. She in turn likens him to an apple tree among the trees of the forest, delighting in his shade and fruit, and describes being brought to a banqueting house under his banner of love, faint with lovesickness, his left hand under her head and right arm embracing her — prompting her refrain not to "stir up or awaken love until it pleases" (v. 7). She then recalls him bounding over the mountains like a gazelle to call her outside now that "the winter is past... the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land" (v. 11-12), warns of little foxes that spoil the vineyards, and ends affirming "my beloved is mine, and I am his" (v. 16) as he grazes among the lilies until daybreak.
1I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
5Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
6His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
7I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
10My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
12The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
13The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
17Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.
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