=====SongOfSolomon / Hooglied 2 =====
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\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-1|1]] I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-2|2]] As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-3|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.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-4|4]] He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-5|5]] Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-6|6]] His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-7|7]] 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.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-8|8]] The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-9|9]] 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.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-10|10]] My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-11|11]] For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-12|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;
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-13|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.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-14|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.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-15|15]] Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-16|16]] My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
\\ [[commentaar:hooglied2-17|17]] 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.
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