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Chapter 2
Song LITV 2:1  I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
Song LITV 2:2  As a lily among thorns, so is My love among the daughters.
Song LITV 2:3  As the apple among the trees of the forest, so is my Beloved among the sons. I delighted in His shadow, and I sat down; and His fruit was sweet to my taste.
Song LITV 2:4  He brought me to the house of wine, and His banner over me was love.
Song LITV 2:5  Feed me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am sick with love.
Song LITV 2:6  His left hand is under my head, and His right hand embraces me.
Song LITV 2:7  I adjure you by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you do not stir up and do not awaken the Beloved until it pleases.
Song LITV 2:8  The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
Song LITV 2:9  My Beloved is likened to a gazelle, or to a young deer, the stag. Behold, He stands behind our wall, looking from the windows, peering from the lattice.
Song LITV 2:10  My Beloved answered and said to me, Arouse yourself, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.
Song LITV 2:11  For, behold, the winter has passed, the rain has passed, it goes to itself.
Song LITV 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 LITV 2:13  The fig tree spices her unripe figs, and the vines give a fragrance by the blossom. Arise, My love; come, My beautiful one, and come yourself.
Song LITV 2:14  My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secrecy of the steep place, let Me see your form. Let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your form is beautiful.
Song LITV 2:15  Take for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines; and our vineyards have blossoms.
Song LITV 2:16  My Beloved is mine, and I am His. He feeds among the lilies.
Song LITV 2:17  Until when does the day blow, and the shadows flee away? Turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the cleft mountains.