Song of Songs 2 · שיר השירים

I am the tulip of the Sharon; the daffodil of the vallies.

Like the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Like 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.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

Let me lean against the stout trunks, let me couch among the apple trees: for I am sick with love.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

I charge you, O daughters of Yerushalayim, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till it please.

The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks in at the windows; he peers through the lattice.

My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing bird is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give their scent. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

O my dove, who art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards: for our vineyards are in blossom.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies.

Before the day cools, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of Beter.