- Like an apple[c] tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
- Let him lead me to the banquet hall, and let his banner over me be love.
- Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
- His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
- Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
- Listen! My beloved! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
- My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
- My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me.
- See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.
- Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
- The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.”
- My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
- Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom.
- My beloved is mine and I am his; he browses among the lilies.
- Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the rugged hills.[d]
Song of Songs 2 – King James Version (KJV)
- I am the rose of Sharon, And the lily of the valleys.
- As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
- 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.
- He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.
- Stay me with flagons, Comfort me with apples: For I am sick of love.
- His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
- 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.
- The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
- 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.
- My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away.
- For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone;
- 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;
- 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.
- 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.
- Take us the foxes, The little foxes, That spoil the vines: For our vines have tender grapes.
- My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth among the lilies.
- 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.