CHAPTER II.
I Am the rose of Sharon, and the lilly of the valleyes.
2 As the lilly among thornes, so is my love among the daughters.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons.
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I Am the rose of Sharon, and the lilly of the valleyes.
2 As the lilly among thornes, so is my love among the daughters.
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons.
•• I sate down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples; for I am sick of love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Ieru∣salem, by the Roes, and by the Hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love till he please.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he co∣••eth leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon ••••e hils.
9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart: hold, he standeth behinde our wall, he looketh ••••th at the windows, shewing himself through ••••e lattesse.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, ••se up my love, my faire one, and come away.
11 For lo, the winter is past, the raine is over ••••d gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth, the time ••he singing of birds is come, and the voice of turtle is heard in our land.
13 The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my faire one, and come away.
14 O my dove that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs,
Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice, for sweet is thy voice, and thy counte∣nance is comely.
15 Take us the Foxes, the little foxes that spoile the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he ••eedeth among the lillies.
17 Vntill the day break, and the shadowes ••lee away: turn my beloved, and be thou like a Roe, or a young Hart, upon the mountains of Bether.