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Chapter 2
Song AFV2020 2:1  I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.
Song AFV2020 2:2  As the lily among thorns, so is My love among the daughters.
Song AFV2020 2:3  As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my Beloved among the young men. I sat down under His shadow with great delight, and His fruit was sweet to my taste.
Song AFV2020 2:4  He brought me to the banqueting house, and His banner over me was love.
Song AFV2020 2:5  Sustain me with raisin cakes, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.
Song AFV2020 2:6  His left hand is under my head, and His right hand embraces me.
Song AFV2020 2:7  I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up or awake love until it pleases.
Song AFV2020 2:8  The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
Song AFV2020 2:9  My Beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks in through the windows, peers through the lattice.
Song AFV2020 2:10  My Beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.
Song AFV2020 2:11  For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
Song AFV2020 2:12  The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land;
Song AFV2020 2:13  The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.
Song AFV2020 2:14  O My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful."
Song AFV2020 2:15  Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines; for our vines are in blossom.
Song AFV2020 2:16  My Beloved is mine, and I am His; He feeds among the lilies.
Song AFV2020 2:17  Until the day break and the shadows flee away, turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young stag, upon the mountains of spices.