Song of Solomon 2:3–3:5

3  As the eapple tree among the trees of the wood,

So is my beloved among the sons.

†I sat down funder his shadow with great delight,

And ghis fruit was sweet to my †taste.

4  hHe brought me to the †banqueting house,

And his banner over me was love.

5  iStay me with jflagons, †comfort me with eapples:

For lI am sick of love.

6  mHis left hand is under my head,

mAnd his right hand doth embrace me.

7  †nI charge you, oO ye daughters of Jerusalem,

By the pqroes, and by the prhinds of the field,

That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

8  The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh

Leaping supon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9  My beloved is tlike a roe or a tuyoung hart:

Behold, he standeth behind our wall,

He vlooketh forth at the windows,

†Shewing himself through the lattice.

10  My beloved wspake, and said unto me,

xRise up, dmy love, my fair one, and come away.

11  For, lo, the winter is past,

The rain is over and gone;

12  The flowers appear on the earth;

The time of the singing of birds is come,

And the voice of the yturtle is heard in our land;

13  The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,

And the vines with the ztender grape give a zzgood smell.

aArise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

14  O bmy dove, cthat art din the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the estairs,

Let me see thy countenance, flet me hear thy voice;

For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is gcomely.

15  Take us the hfoxes,

The little foxes, that spoil the vines:

For our vines have ztender grapes.

16  iMy beloved is mine, and I am his:

He kfeedeth among the lilies.

17  lUntil the day break, and the shadows flee away,

Turn, my beloved,

And mbe thou like a roe or a young hart

Upon the mountains ||of nBether.

3 aBy night on my bed I sought bhim whom my soul loveth:

cI sought him, but I found him not.

2  I will rise now, and go about the city

In the dstreets, and ein the broad ways

I will seek bhim whom my soul loveth:

cI sought him, but I found him not.

3  fThe watchmen that go about the city found me:

gTo whom I said, Saw ye bhim whom my soul loveth?

4  It was but a little that I passed from them,

But I found bhim whom my soul loveth:

I hheld him, and would not hilet him go,

Until I had jbrought him into my mother’s house,

And into the chamber of kher that conceived me.

5  lI charge you, mO ye daughters of Jerusalem,

By the roes, and by the hinds of the field,

That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.