Song of Solomon 2

I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the young women. Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men.
I delighted to sit in his shade, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me was love. Sustain me with raisin cakes;
refresh me with apples, for I am sick with love. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. I put you under oath, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field: Do not stir up or awaken love until it pleases. The voice of my beloved!
Look, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Look, there he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. For look, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree ripens its early figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the shelter of the cliff, let me see your face;
let me hear your voice.
For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.” Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom. My beloved is mine, and I am his;
he pastures his flock among the lilies. Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved;
be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.

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