SONG OF SOLOMON
Chapter 2
| Song | Darby | 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 | Darby | 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 | Darby | 2:8 | The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills. | |
| Song | Darby | 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 | Darby | 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 | Darby | 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 | Darby | 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 | Darby | 2:15 | Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom. | |