Canticle of Canticles 2

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	KING JAMES BIBLE
1 I am a flower of Sharon,	1 I am the rose of Sharon, 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 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.
4 He brings me into the banquet hall	4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Strengthen me with raisin cakes,	5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6 His left hand is under my head	6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,	7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
8 Hark! my lover-here he comes	8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon 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, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
10 My lover speaks; he says to me,	10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 "For see, the winter is past,	11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth,	12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree puts forth its figs,	13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 "O my dove in the clefts of the rock,	14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Catch us the foxes, the little foxes	15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16 My lover belongs to me and I to him;	16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
17 Until the day breathes cool and the shadows lengthen,	17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.