Canticle of Canticles 2

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 Bride: "I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys."	1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2 Groom: "Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters."	2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
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."	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 brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me."	4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
5 "Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love."	5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with 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 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."	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 Bride to Chorus: "The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills."	8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
9 "My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag."	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 "Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices."	10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 "Lo, my beloved speaks to me:"	11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
12 Groom to Bride: "Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance."	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 "For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away."	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 "The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land."	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 "The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance."	15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
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."	16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17 Bride to Groom: "Return, O my beloved. Be like a doe and like a young stag upon the mountains of Bether."	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.