Canticle of Canticles 2

NEW JERUSALEM	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 -I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the val eys.	1 I am a flower of Sharon,
2 -As a lily among the thistles, so is my beloved among girls.	2 As a lily among thorns,
3 -As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my love among young men. In his delightful shadeI sit, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.	3 As an apple tree among the trees of the woods,
4 He has taken me to his cel ar, and his banner over me is love.	4 He brings me into the banquet hall
5 Feed me with raisin cakes, restore me with apples, for I am sick with love.	5 Strengthen me with raisin cakes,
6 His left arm is under my head, his right embraces me.	6 His left hand is under my head
7 -I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by al gazel es and wild does, do not rouse, do not wake mybeloved before she pleases.	7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
8 BELOVED: I hear my love. See how he comes leaping on the mountains, bounding over the hills.	8 Hark! my lover-here he comes
9 My love is like a gazel e, like a young stag. See where he stands behind our wal . He looks in at thewindow, he peers through the opening.	9 My lover is like a gazelle
10 My love lifts up his voice, he says to me, 'Come then, my beloved, my lovely one, come.	10 My lover speaks; he says to me,
11 For see, winter is past, the rains are over and gone.	11 "For see, the winter is past,
12 'Flowers are appearing on the earth. The season of glad songs has come, the cooing of the turtledoveis heard in our land.	12 The flowers appear on the earth,
13 The fig tree is forming its first figs and the blossoming vines give out their fragrance. Come then, mybeloved, my lovely one, come.	13 The fig tree puts forth its figs,
14 'My dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock, in the coverts of the cliff, show me your face, let me hear yourvoice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.'	14 "O my dove in the clefts of the rock,
15 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that make havoc of the vineyards, for our vineyards are in fruit.	15 Catch us the foxes, the little foxes
16 My love is mine and I am his. He pastures his flock among the lilies.	16 My lover belongs to me and I to him;
17 Before the day-breeze rises, before the shadows flee, return! Be, my love, like a gazel e, like a youngstag, on the mountains of Bether.	17 Until the day breathes cool and the shadows lengthen,