Song of Solomon 2 KJV
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 the rose of Sharon, and the 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. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5Stay me with flagons, comfort 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, 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.
8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9My 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.
10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12The 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;
13The 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.
14O 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.
15Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
17Until 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.
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