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Song of Solomon 2
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1
I {am} the rose of Sharon, {and} the lily of the valleys.
2
As the lily among thorns, so {is} my love among the daughters.
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. {I sat...: Heb. I delighted and sat down, etc} {taste: Heb. palate}
4
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me {was} love. {banqueting...: Heb. house of wine}
5
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I {am} sick of love. {comfort...: Heb. straw me with apples}
6
His left hand {is} under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7
I charge you, O 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. {I charge...: Heb. I adjure you}
8
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
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. {shewing...: Heb. flourishing}
10
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my 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 turtle is heard in our land;
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.
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.
15
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines {have} tender grapes.
16
My beloved {is} mine, and I {am} his: he feedeth among the lilies.
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 Bether. {of Bether: or, of division}
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