Song of Solomon 2:1-15

¹I am a flower of the plain, A lily of the valleys.

²As a lily among thorns, So is my companion among the daughters.

³As the apple among the trees of the wood, So is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, And his fruit was sweet in my throat.

⁴Bring me into the wine house; Set love before me.

⁵Strengthen me with perfumes, Stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love.

⁶His left hand shall be under my head, And his right hand shall embrace me.

⁷I have charged you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the powers and by the virtues of the field, That ye do not rouse or wake my love, until he please.

⁸The voice of my kinsman! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

⁹My kinsman is like a roe Or a young hart on the mountains of Bethel: Behold, he is behind our wall, Looking through the windows, Peeping through the lattices.

¹⁰My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove.

¹¹For, behold, the winter is past, The rain is gone, it has departed.

¹²The flowers are seen in the land; The time of pruning has arrived; The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

¹³The fig tree has put forth its young figs, The vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: Arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come.

¹⁴Thou art my dove, in the shelter of the rock, Near the wall: Show me thy face, And cause me to hear thy voice; For thy voice is sweet, And thy countenance is beautiful.

¹⁵Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: For our vines put forth tender grapes.