2:1 I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2:2 As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
2:3 As 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.
2:4 He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.
2:5 Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.
2:6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
2:7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.
2:8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
2:9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.
2:10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
2:11 For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;
2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
2:13 The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
2:14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
2:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.
2:16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
2:17 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.
3:1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3:2 I said, I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3:3 The watchmen that go about the city found me; To whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
3:4 It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother’s house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
3:5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.
3:6 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?
3:7 Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.
3:8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war: Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, Because of fear in the night.
3:9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
3:10 He made the pillars thereof of silver, The bottom thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, The midst thereof being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
3:11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon, With the crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.