Song of Songs 2
1I AM a flower of the field, and a lily of the valleys.
2As a lily among thorns, so is my consort among the daughters.
3As the citron tree among the trees of the forests; so is my dear brother among the youths. In its shade I took great delight and sat, and its fruit was sweet to my taste.
4O conduct me to the house of wine, and order for me what I love.
5Strengthen with perfumes—strew around me citrons, for I am wounded with love.
6Let his left hand be under my head, and his right embrace me!
7I have adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and virtues of the field, that you stir not up nor awake my love till she please.
8It is the voice of my dear brother! Lo he cometh, bounding over the mountains—skipping over the hills.
9My dear brother is like a roe; or a young hart on the mountains of Baithor. Lo! he is behind our wall, looking in at the windows, taking a near view through the lattice.
10My dear brother addressing me saith: Arise my love, my fair one, my dove!
11For lo! the winter is past—the rain is over: is gone.
12The flowers appear on the earth—the pruning season is come. The voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
13The fig tree hath put forth its green figs: the vines are in bloom—they have shed a fragrance. Arise, come my beloved, my fair one, my dove.
14Yes, come thou dove of mine: in the shelter of the rock near the wall. Shew me thy face and let me hear thy voice: for thy voice is sweet and thy countenance comely.
15Catch for us the little foxes, that spoil vines: for our vines are in blossom.
16My dear brother is mine and I am his: he is feeding among the lillies.
17Till the day blow fresh and the shades be removed. Return—Be, O my dear brother, like a roe, or a young hart on the caverned mountains.