2:3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
2:4 He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
2:5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
2:6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
2:7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
2:8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
2:9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
2:10 My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
2:11 For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
2:13 The fig-tree melloweth her winterfigs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
2:14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
