1833 Webster's Revision of the KJB (WEB)

Song of Songs 2

1 The mutual love of Christ and his Church. 8 The hope, 10 and calling of the Church. 14 Christ's care of the Church. 16 The profession of the Church, her faith and hope.

 2:1 ¶ I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.

 2:2 As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the daughters.

 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.

 2:4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love.

 2:5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick with love.

 2:6 His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

 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.

 2:8 ¶ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

 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.

 2:10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

 2:11 For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone.

 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;

 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.

 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.

 2:15 Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.

 2:16 ¶ My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lilies.

 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.