Song Of Songs Chapter 2 Darby English Bible

Song Of Songs 2:1

I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.

Song Of Songs 2:2

As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

Song Of Songs 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.

Song Of Songs 2:4

He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.

Song Of Songs 2:5

Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.

Song Of Songs 2:6

His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

Song Of Songs 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.

Song Of Songs 2:8

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

Song Of Songs 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.

Song Of Songs 2:10

My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Song Of Songs 2:11

For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:

Song Of Songs 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;

Song Of Songs 2:13

The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!

Song Of Songs 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.

Song Of Songs 2:15

Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.

Song Of Songs 2:16

My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,

Song Of Songs 2:17

Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.