1898 Young's Literal Translation (YLT)

Song of Songs 2

1 The mutual love of Christ and his Church. 8 The hope, 10 and calling of the Church. 14 Christ's care of the Church. 16 The profession of the Church, her faith and hope.

 2:1 ¶ As a lily among the thorns,

 2:2 So [is] my friend among the daughters!

 2:3 As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.

 2:4 He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,

 2:5 Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love.

 2:6 His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

 2:7 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

 2:8 ¶ The voice of my beloved! lo, this—he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

 2:9 My beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this—he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

 2:10 My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

 2:11 For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away—it hath gone.

 2:12 The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,

 2:13 The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

 2:14 ¶ My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.

 2:15 Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

 2:16 ¶ My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

 2:17 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!