§2.1ἐγὼ ἄνθος τοῦ πεδίου,
κρίνον τῶν κοιλάδων.
I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys.
§2.2Ὡς κρίνον ἐν μέσῳ ἀκανθῶν,
οὕτως ἡ πλησίον μου ἀνὰ μέσον τῶν θυγατέρων.
As a lily in the midst of thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
§2.3Ὡς μῆλον ἐν τοῖς ξύλοις τοῦ δρυμοῦ,
οὕτως ἀδελφιδός μου ἀνὰ μέσον τῶν υἱῶν· ἐν τῇ σκιᾷ αὐτοῦ ἐπεθύμησα καὶ ἐκάθισα,
καὶ καρπὸς αὐτοῦ γλυκὺς ἐν λάρυγγί μου.
As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons; in his shadow I desired and sat, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.
§2.4εἰσαγάγετέ με εἰς οἶκον τοῦ οἴνου,
τάξατε ἐπʼ ἐμέ ἀγάπην.
Bring me into the house of wine, set love over me.
§2.5στηρίσατέ με ἐν μύροις,
στοιβάσατέ με ἐν μήλοις, ὅτι τετρωμένη ἀγάπης ἐγώ.
Sustain me with ointments, heap me up with apples, for I am wounded with love.
§2.6εὐώνυμος αὐτοῦ ὑπὸ τὴν κεφαλήν μου,
καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτοῦ περιλήμψεταί με.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
§2.7Ὥρκισα ὑμᾶς, θυγατέρες Ἰερουσαλήμ,
ἐν δυνάμεσιν καὶ ἐν ἰσχύσεσιν τοῦ ἀγροῦ,
ἐὰν ἐγείρητε καὶ ἐξεγείρητε τὴν ἀγάπην ἕως οὗ θελήσῃ.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake love until it pleases.
§2.8Φωνὴ ἀδελφιδοῦ μου·
The voice of my beloved!
ἰδοὺ οὗτος ἥκει πηδῶν ἐπὶ τὰ ὄρη,
διαλλόμενος ἐπὶ τοὺς βουνούς.
Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
§2.9ὅμοιός ἐστιν ἀδελφιδός μου τῇ δορκάδι
ἢ νεβρῷ ἐλάφων ἐπὶ τὰ ὄρη Βαιθήλ.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bethel.
ἰδοὺ οὗτος ὀπίσω τοῦ τοίχου ἡμῶν,
παρακύπτων διὰ τῶν θυρίδων
ἐκκύπτων διὰ τῶν δικτύων.
Behold, he stands behind our wall, looking through the windows, peering through the lattices.
§2.10ἀποκρίνεται ἀδελφιδός μου καὶ λέγει μοι
Ἀνάστα ἐλθέ, ἡ πλησίον μου, καλή μου, περιστερά μου.
My beloved answers and says to me, "Rise up, come, my love, my beautiful one, my dove.
§2.11ὅτι ἰδοὺ ὁ χειμὼν παρῆλθεν,
ὁ ὑετὸς ἀπῆλθεν, ἐπορεύθη ἑαυτῷ· §2.12τὰ ἄνθη ὤφθη ἐν τῇ γῇ,
καιρὸς τῆς τομῆς ἔφθακεν,
φωνὴ τοῦ τρυγόνος ἠκούσθη ἐν τῇ γῇ ἡμῶν·
For behold, the winter has passed, the rain is over and gone by itself; the flowers appear on the earth, the time of pruning has come, the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
§2.13ἡ συκῆ ἐξήνεγκεν ὀλύνθους αὐτῆς,
αἱ ἄμπελοι κυπρίζουσιν, ἔδωκαν ὀσμήν.
The fig tree has put forth its green figs, the vines are in blossom, they yield their fragrance.
ἀνάστα ἐλθέ, ἡ πλησίον μου, καλή μου, περιστερά μου. καὶ ἐλθέ,
Rise up, come, my love, my beautiful one, my dove, and come!
§2.14σὺ περιστερά μου, ἐν σκέπῃ τῆς πέτρας,
ἐχόμενα τοῦ προτειχίσματος
δεῖξόν μοι τὴν ὄψιν σου,
καὶ ἀκούτισόν με τὴν φωνήν σου,
ὅτι ἡ φωνή σου ἡδεῖα, καὶ ἡ ὄψις σου ὡραία. §2.15πιάσατε ἡμῖν ἀλώπεκας
μικροὺς ἀφανίζοντας ἀμπελῶνας· καὶ αἱ ἄμπελοι ἡμῶν κυπρίζουσαι.
O my dove, in the cleft of the rock, near the cleft of the wall, show me your face, and let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful." Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.
§2.16βελφιδός μου ἐμοὶ κἀγὼ αὐτῷ· ὁ ποιμαίνων ἐν τοῖς κρίνοις, §2.17ἕως οὗ διαπνεύσῃ ἡ ἡμέρα καὶ κινηθῶσιν αἱ σκιαί.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; he who shepherds among the lilies, until the day breathes and the shadows move.
ἀπόστρεψον, ὁμοιώθητι σύ, ἀδελφιδέ,
τῷ δόρκωνι ἢ νεβρῷ ἐλάφων
ἐπὶ ὄρη κοιλωμάτων.
Turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.