Song 2
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I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
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As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
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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.
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He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.
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Stay you me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.
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His left hand [is] under my head, And his right hand does embrace me.
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I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
That you stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
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The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon
the hills.
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My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he stands behind our wall; He looks
in at the windows; He glances through the lattice.
10
My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11
For, behold, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;
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The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing [of birds] is come, And the
voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
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The fig-tree ripens her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth
their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let
me see your countenance, Let me hear your voice; For sweet is your voice, and your
countenance is beautiful.
15
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are
in blossom.
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My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feeds [his flock] among the lilies.
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Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be you like
a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.