Song of Solomon 2 WBT
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 with 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, 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, showing himself through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, 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 for 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 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.
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