chapter_Song_of Solomon 2
Song of Solomon 2:1: As a lily among the thorns, Song of Solomon 2:2: So is my friend among the daughters! Song of Solomon 2:3: As a citron among trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit is sweet to my palate. Song of Solomon 2:4: He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me is love, Song of Solomon 2:5: Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I am sick with love. Song of Solomon 2:6: His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me. Song of Solomon 2:7: I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please! Song of Solomon 2:8: The voice of my beloved! lo, this &#8212; he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. Song of Solomon 2:9: My beloved is like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this &#8212; he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice. Song of Solomon 2:10: My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away, Song of Solomon 2:11: For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away &#8212; it hath gone. Song of Solomon 2:12: The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land, Song of Solomon 2:13: The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away. Song of Solomon 2:14: My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice is sweet, and thy appearance comely. Song of Solomon 2:15: Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes &#8212; destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards. Song of Solomon 2:16: My beloved is mine, and I am his, Who is delighting among the lilies, Song of Solomon 2:17: Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
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