Chapter 2. I am the Rose of Sharon and the lily of The valleys The Beloved Like a lily among Thorns so is my love Among the daughters The shulamite Like an apple tree among the Trees of The Woods so is my beloved among the Sons I sat down in his shade with great Delight and his fruit was sweet to my Taste The shulamite to the daughters of Jerusalem He brought me to the banqueting house And His Banner Over Me was love Sustained me with cakes of raisins Refresh me with apples For I am lovesick His left hand is under my head And his right hand Embraces me I charge you o Daughters of Jerusalem by The gazelles or by the doughs of the Field Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases The shulamite 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 Stag Behold he stands behind our wall
He is looking through the windows gazing 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 singing has come And the voice of the turtle dove is Heard in our land The Fig Tree puts forth her green figs And the vines with the tender grapes Give a good smell Rise up my love my fair one and come Away Oh my dove in the clefts of the Rock in The secret places of the cliff Let me see your face Let me hear your voice For your voice is sweet And your face is lovely Her brothers Catch us the foxes the little foxes that Spoil the Vines for our Vines have Tender grapes The shulamite My beloved is mine And I am his He feeds his flock among the lilies To her beloved Until the day breaks and the Shadows Flee away Turn my beloved and be like a gazelle or
A young stag upon the mountains of Bita