CHAPTER II.
I, am the rose that doth in Sharon grow; [unspec 1]
The lilie also of the valleyes-low.
Like-as the lilie is, the thornes among; [unspec 2]
So is my Love among the daughters yong.
As th'apple-tree, among trees of the grove, [unspec 3]
So is among the sonnes, he whom I love:
I in his shade desired and downe sate;
And sweet his fruit was unto my palate.
Into the house of wine, he hath me led; [unspec 4]
And over me, love was his banner spred.
Stay me, with flagons; strow me a bed to lye, [unspec 5]
With apples: for even sicke of love am I.
His left hand, underneath mine head (haue place;) [unspec 6]
His right hand also, me about-imbrace:
O daughters of Ierusalem, you by
The Roes, or by Hindes of the field, doe I [unspec 7]
Adjure: if that ye stirring-doe-disease,
And if the Love ye stirre-up till it please.
My Loveds voice! behold he comes: he leapes [unspec 8]
Vpon the mounts; upon the hills he skips.
Ly Lov'd is like a Roe, or fawne of th'Hinde: [unspec 9]
Behold he standing is our wall behind;
Thorow the windowes looking-forth he viewes
Thorow the lattesse flourishing: he shewes.
My Loved spake, and unto me did say: [unspec 10]
My Love my faire one, rise and come thy way,
For winter, loe, is past: over is the raine, [unspec 11] [unspec 12]
Its gone. The flowers, on earth appeare againe;
Come is the time of the (birds) singing-noise:
And in our land heard is the Turtles voice.
The fig-tree, with her greene-figs forth doth sprout; [unspec 13]
And Vines with tender grapes a smell give out
My Love my faire one, rise and come thy way.
My dove, that in clefts of the rocke doth stay; [unspec 14]
Within the stayers hiding place secret;
Sight of thy countenance ô let me get:
Let me thy voice heare: for thy voice sweet is,
Also thy countenance hath comelinesse.
The foxes, little foxes for us take, [unspec 15]
That in the vineyards wastfull spoile doe make:
Because the tender-grape is on our vine.
He that my welbeloved is, is mine, [unspec 16]
And I am his; 'meng lilies he feedeth,
Vntill the day with dawning light breaketh, [unspec 17]
And till the shadowes fleeing hence be gone;
Turne thee about, ô my beloued one,
And be thou like the yong Hart, or the Roe,
That doth upon the mounts of Bether goe.