Canticle of Canticles 2

DOUAI-RHEIMS	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.	1 Bride: "I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys."
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.	2 Groom: "Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters."
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.	3 Bride to Chorus: "Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate."
4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.	4 "He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me."
5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.	5 "Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love."
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.	6 "His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me."
7 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.	7 Groom to Chorus: "I bind you by oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the does and the stags of the open field, not to disturb or awaken the beloved, even for as long as she wills."
8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.	8 Bride to Chorus: "The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills."
9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.	9 "My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag."
10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.	10 "Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices."
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.	11 "Lo, my beloved speaks to me:"
12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:	12 Groom to Bride: "Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance."
13 The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:	13 "For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away."
14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.	14 "The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land."
15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.	15 "The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance."
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,	16 "My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful."
17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.	17 Bride to Groom: "Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether."