Canticle of Canticles 2

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 I am a flower of Sharon,	1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns,	2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 As an apple tree among the trees of the woods,	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.
4 He brings me into the banquet hall	4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 Strengthen me with raisin cakes,	5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
6 His left hand is under my head	6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,	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.
8 Hark! my lover-here he comes	8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 My lover is like a gazelle	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.
10 My lover speaks; he says to me,	10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 "For see, the winter is past,	11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth,	12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
13 The fig tree puts forth its figs,	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:
14 "O my dove in the clefts of the rock,	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.
15 Catch us the foxes, the little foxes	15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
16 My lover belongs to me and I to him;	16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17 Until the day breathes cool and the shadows lengthen,	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.