Song of Songs 2

2I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.H2261H8289H7799H60102As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.H7799H2336H7474H13233As 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.H8598H6086H3293H1730H1121H3427H6738H2530H6529H4966H24414He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.H935H3196H1004H1714H1605Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.H5564H809H7502H8598H2470H1606His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.H8040H7218H3225H22637I 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.H7650H1323H3389H6643H176H355H7704H5782H5782H160H26548The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.H6963H1730H935H1801H2022H7092H13899My 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.H1730H1819H6643H6082H354H5975H310H3796H7688H2474H6692H276210My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.H1730H6030H559H6965H7474H3303H321211For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;H5638H5674H1653H2498H198012The 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;H5339H7200H776H6256H2158H5060H6963H8449H8085H77613The 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.H8384H2590H6291H1612H5563H5414H7381H6965H7474H3303H321214O 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.H3123H2288H5553H5643H4095H7200H4758H8085H6963H6156H6963H4758H500015Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.H270H7776H6996H7776H2254H3754H3754H556316My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.H1730H7462H779917Until 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.H3117H6315H6752H5127H5437H1730H1819H6643H6082H354H2022H1336