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Chapter 2 |
| 1 | I am the rose
of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. |
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2 | As the lily among thorns, so
is my love among the daughters. |
| 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 brought
me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. |
| 5 | Stay
me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. |
| 6 | His
left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. |
| 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 | The
voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping
upon the hills. |
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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 beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up,
my love, my fair one, and come away. |
| 11 | For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone; |
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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 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, 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 | Take us the
foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender
grapes. |
| 16
| My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the
lilies. |
| 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. |
