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Chapter 2
Song Webster 2:1  I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.
Song Webster 2:2  As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the daughters.
Song Webster 2:3  As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so [is] my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit [was] sweet to my taste.
Song Webster 2:4  He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love.
Song Webster 2:5  Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick with love.
Song Webster 2:6  His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Song Webster 2:7  I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
Song Webster 2:8  The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
Song Webster 2:9  My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
Song Webster 2:10  My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Song Webster 2:11  For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone.
Song Webster 2:12  The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
Song Webster 2:13  The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Song Webster 2:14  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 countenance [is] comely.
Song Webster 2:15  Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
Song Webster 2:16  My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Song Webster 2:17  Until the day shall break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.