Annotations on the Pentateuch, Psalms, Song of Songs, Song · Version 2
CHAPTER II.
I, am the rose of Sharon; the lilie, of the vallies.
As the lilie, among the thornes; so is my love, among the daughters.
As the apple-tree, among the trees of the wood; so is my beloved, among the sonnes: in his shadow, I desired and sate-downe; and his fruit, was sweet to my palate. He brought me, into the house of wine, and his banner over me, was love. Stay me, with flagons: strow me a bed, with apples: for I, am sicke of love. His left hand, under mine head; and his right hand, imbrace me. I adjure you, ô daughters …erusalem, by the Roes; or by the Hindes of the field: if …, and if yee stirre-up the Love, untill it please.
The voice of my beloved! behold he commeth: leaping upon the mountaines; skipping, upon the hills. My Beloved is like a Roe, or a fawne of the Hindes: behold he is stāding behind our wall, looking-forth, thorow the windowes, flourishing thorow the lattesses. My beloved answered, & said unto me: Rise-up thou, my love my faire one, and come thou away. For loe, the winter is past: the raine is over, it is goneaway. The flowers, appeare on the earth, the time of the singing (of birds) is come: and the voice of the Turtle, is heard in our land. The fig-tree, putteth-forth her greene figs; and the Vines with the tender-grape, give a smell: Rise up thou my Love my faire one, and come thou away. My dove, that art in the clefts of the Rock, in the secret-place of the staires; let mee see thy countenāce, let me heare thy voice: for thy voice is sweet, and thy countenance is comely. Take ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes, that corrupt the vineyards: for our vineyards, have tender-grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; hee feedeth among, the Lilies. Vntill the day dawn, and the shadowes flee-away: turne-about, and be thou like, ô my beloved, to a Roe; or, to a fawne of the Hindes, upon the mountaines of Bether.
CHAPTER II.
I, am the rose that doth in Sharon grow;
The lilie also of the valleyes-low.
Like-as the lilie is, the thornes among;
So is my Love among the daughters yong.
As th'apple-tree, among trees of the grove,
So is among the sonnes, he whom I love:
I in his shade desired and downe sate;
And sweet his fruit was unto my palate.
Into the house of wine, he hath me led;
And over me, love was his banner spred.
Stay me, with flagons; strow me a bed to lye,
With apples: for even sicke of love am I.
His left hand, underneath mine head (hauehave place;)
His right hand also, me about-imbrace:
O daughters of Ierusalem, you by
The Roes, or by Hindes of the field, doe I
Adjure: if that ye stirring-doe-disease,
And if the Love ye stirre-up till it please.
My Loveds voice! behold he comes: he leapes
VponUpon the mounts; upon the hills he skips.
Ly Lov'd is like a Roe, or fawne of th'Hinde:
Behold he standing is our wall behind;
Thorow the windowes looking-forth he viewes
Thorow the lattesse flourishing: he shewes.
My Loved spake, and unto me did say:
My Love my faire one, rise and come thy way,
For winter, loe, is past: over is the raine,
Its gone. The flowers, on earth appeare againe;
Come is the time of the (birds) singing-noise:
And in our land heard is the Turtles voice.
The fig-tree, with her greene-figs forth doth sprout;
And Vines with tender grapes a smell give out
My Love my faire one, rise and come thy way.
My dove, that in clefts of the rocke doth stay;
Within the stayers hiding place secret;
Sight of thy countenance ô let me get:
Let me thy voice heare: for thy voice sweet is,
Also thy countenance hath comelinesse.
The foxes, little foxes for us take,
That in the vineyards wastfull spoile doe make:
Because the tender-grape is on our vine.
He that my welbeloved is, is mine,
And I am his; 'meng lilies he feedeth,
Vntill the day with dawning light breaketh,
And till the shadowes fleeing hence be gone;
Turne thee about, ô my beloued one,
And be thou like the yong Hart, or the Roe,
That doth upon the mounts of Bether goe.