Song of Solomon Chapter 2

            1 “I’m a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.”

Groom

            2 “My darling among young women is

                  like a lily among thorns.”

Bride

            3 “My beloved among young men is

                        like an apricot tree in the forest.

                  I took great delight in its shade and sat down,

                        and its fruit tasted sweet.

            4 He has taken me to his banquet hall,

                  and love is his banner above me.

            5 Sustain me with raisin cakes,

                  refresh me with apples, because I’m lovesick.

                        6 Let his left hand be under my head,

                              and his right hand embrace me.”                         S of S 2:1-6

Groom

                        7 “I want you to swear, young women of Jerusalem,

                  by the gazelles or hinds in the field,

                  that you won’t wake up my love till she’s ready.”

Bride

            8 “Listen! My beloved! Look, he’s coming,

                  jumping across the mountains, leaping over the hills!

            9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.

                  It’s standing behind our wall;

                  looking in the windows;

                  staring through the lattice.                                   S of S 2:7-9

            10 “My beloved answered me,

                  ‘Get up, my darling, my beautiful one,

                  and come along.

            11 Winter’s over; the rains have come and gone.

            12 Flowers are coming out;

                  it’s time to sing;

                  we can hear the turtledove.

            13 Fig trees have ripened their figs;

                  vines in blossom are giving off their scent.

                  Get up, my darling, my beautiful one,

                  and come along with me!

            14 My dove, in the cleft of the rock,

                        in the secret place by the steep path,

                  let me see you; let me hear you;

                  because your singing is sweet,

                  your looks are lovely.’                                          S of S 2:10-14

            15 “Catch the foxes for us,

                  the little foxes that are ruining the vineyards

                                    that are in bloom.

                        16 My beloved’s mine, and I’m his;

                              he pastures his flock among the lilies.

                        17 Till the evening breeze comes and shadows recede,

                              turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle

                              or a young stag on the mountains.”                     S of S 2:15-17

Bride

From the CNT translation by Virgil Warren, PhD