 2:1 ¶
Iº
[am] the roseº
of
Šärôn
שָׁרוֹן,º
[and] the lilyº
of the valleys.º |
|
 2:1 ¶
I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys. |
 2:2
As the lilyº
amongº
thorns,º
soº
[is] my loveº
amongº
the daughters.º |
|
 2:2
As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the daughters. |
 2:3
As the apple treeº
among the treesº
of the wood,º
soº
[is] my belovedº
amongº
the sons.º
I satºº
downº
under his shadowº
with great delight,ºº
and his fruitº
[was] sweetº
to my taste.º |
|
 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 broughtºº
me toº
the banquetingº
house,º
and his bannerº
overº
me [was] love.º |
|
 2:4
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love. |
 2:5
Stayºº
me with flagons,º
comfortºº
me with apples:º
forº
Iº
[am] sickºº
of love.º |
|
 2:5
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick of love. |
 2:6
His left handº
[is] underº
my head,º
and his right handº
doth embraceºº
me. |
|
 2:6
His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. |
 2:7
I chargeºº
you, O ye daughtersº
of
Yærûšälaim
יְרוּשָׁלִַם,º
by the roes,º
andº
by the hindsº
of the field,º
that ye stir not up,ººº
norº
awakeººº
[my] love,º
till he please.ººº |
|
 2:7
I charge you, O ye daughters of Yerushalaim, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please. |
 2:8 ¶
The voiceº
of my beloved!º
behold,º
heº
comethºº
leapingºº
uponº
the mountains,º
skippingºº
uponº
the hills.º |
|
 2:8 ¶
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. |
 2:9
My belovedº
is likeºº
a roeº
orº
a youngº
hart:º
behold,º
heº
standethºº
behindº
our wall,º
he looketh forthºº
atº
the windows,º
shewingºº
himselfº
throughº
the lattice.º |
|
 2:9
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. |
 2:10
My belovedº
spake,ºº
and saidºº
unto me, Rise up,ºº
my love,º
my fair one,º
and come away.ººº |
|
 2:10
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
 2:11
For,º
lo,º
the winterº
is past,ºº
the rainº
is overºº
[and] gone;ºº |
|
 2:11
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone; |
 2:12
The flowersº
appearºº
on the earth;º
the timeº
of the singingº
[of birds] is come,ºº
and the voiceº
of the turtleº
is heardºº
in our land;º |
|
 2:12
The 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; |
 2:13
The fig treeº
putteth forthºº
her green figs,º
and the vinesº
[with] the tender grapeº
giveºº
a [good] smell.º
Arise,ºº
my love,º
my fair one,º
and come away.ººº |
|
 2:13
The 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. |
 2:14 ¶
O my dove,º
[that art] in the cleftsº
of the rock,º
in the secretº
[places] of the stairs,º
let me seeººº
thy countenance,º
let me hearººº
thy voice;º
forº
sweetº
[is] thy voice,º
and thy countenanceº
[is] comely.º |
|
 2:14 ¶
O 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. |
 2:15
Takeºº
us the foxes,º
the littleº
foxes,º
that spoilºº
the vines:º
for our vinesº
[have] tender grapes.º |
|
 2:15
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes. |
 2:16 ¶
My belovedº
[is] mine, and Iº
[am] his: he feedethºº
among the lilies.º |
|
 2:16 ¶
My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lilies. |
 2:17
Untilº
the dayºº
break,ºº
and the shadowsº
flee away,ºº
turn,ºº
my beloved,º
and be thou likeºº
a roeº
orº
a youngº
hartº
uponº
the mountainsº
of
Bä±er
בָּתֶר.º |
|
 2:17
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bather. |