Song of Solomon Chapter 2
I’m the flower of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys, no cap.
I {am} the rose of Sharon, {and} the lily of the valleys.
Just like a lily among thorns, that’s my love vibin' with the homies.
As the lily among thorns, so {is} my love among the daughters.
Like an apple tree chillin' in the woods, that’s my boo among the dudes. I chilled under his shade, and his vibe was sweet, fr.
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. {I sat...: Heb. I delighted and sat down, etc} {taste: Heb. palate}
He took me to the party, and his flag over me was love, periodt.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me {was} love. {banqueting...: Heb. house of wine}
Hit me up with some drinks, comfort me with apples; I’m lowkey over love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I {am} sick of love. {comfort...: Heb. straw me with apples}
His left hand’s under my head, and his right hand’s got me in a hug, lit.
His left hand {is} under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Yo, daughters of Jerusalem, I’m telling you by the deer and the field vibes, don’t wake my love till he’s ready.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake {my} love, till he please. {I charge...: Heb. I adjure you}
My boo's voice! Check it, he’s jumping over the mountains, skipping hills like a pro.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My love’s like a young deer; peep him behind our wall, spying on us through the windows.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. {shewing...: Heb. flourishing}
My love said, “Rise up, my pretty one, let’s roll.”
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For real, winter's over, and the rain's out, vibes are shifting.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over {and} gone;
Flowers are coming up, birds are jamming, and the turtle dove is vibin' in our land.
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;
The fig tree's got fresh figs, and the vines smell so nice. Get up, my love, let’s bounce.
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.
O my dove, chilling in the rock crevices, let me peep your face and hear your voice; it's sweet and you’re looking goated.
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.
Catch the little foxes that mess with the vines; our vines got tender grapes, fr.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines {have} tender grapes.
My boo's mine, and I’m his; he’s vibing among the lilies.
My beloved {is} mine, and I {am} his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day breaks and the shadows fade, turn, my love, and be like a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. {of Bether: or, of division}