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OEB SNG Chapter 2

SNG 2 ©

2Just a little flower am I,

a mere lily of the valleys.


2(he says)

As a lily among the thorns,

so is my darling among the maidens.

3(she says)

Like a fruit tree in a forest,

so is my love among the young men.

In his shadow I sit with delight,

and his fruit is sweet to my taste.


4He brought me to the house of wine,

he covered my with his love.


5Sustain me with cakes of raisins,

refresh me with apples,

for Iam faint with love.


6His left arm is under my head,

and his right arm is round me.


7Swear, O girls of Jerusalem,

by the gazelles and wild does,

don’t disturb our love

before we are satisfied!

The Second Poem

8Listen! My lover!

See, he comes,

leaping the mountains,

skipping the hills,

9a gazelle,

a young stag.


See, there he stands

in front of our wall,

looking through the window,

peering though the latice,

10my love calls to me:

"Come my love,

my love, come away.

11For see! The winter is past,

the rain is over and gone,

12the flowers appear in the land,

the time for pruning is come,

and the turtledove’s cooing is heard,

13the figs on the fig trees are ripening,

the vines are all blossom and fragrance.

Arise, my beloved,

my fair, come away."


14O my dove, from your craggy retreat,

from your hiding-place steep,

show me your face,

let me hear your voice,

for your voice is so sweet

and your face is so lovely.

15Catch the jackals,

those little jackals,

out to ruin my vineyard,

my vineyard in bloom.

16My beloved is mine, I am his:

he grazes his flock among the lilies.


17Till cool grows the day,

and the shadows depart,

turn, my beloved,

swift like the roe

or the playful gazelle

on the mountains of Bether.


SNG 2 ©

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