Cânticos 2:6+ - Bíblia Online

I am a rose of Sharon. A lily of the valleys. 
As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters. 
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. 
He brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me was love. 
Sustain ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am sick from love. 
His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand embraces me. 
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please. 
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. 
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice. 
My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 
For, lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. 
The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. 
The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. 
O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. 
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom. 
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies. 
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. 

Cânticos 3

I am a rose of Sharon. A lily of the valleys. 
As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters. 
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. 
He brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me was love. 
Sustain ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am sick from love. 
His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand embraces me. 
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please. 
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. 
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice. 
My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 
For, lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. 
The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. 
The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. 
O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. 
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom. 
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies. 
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. 

Cânticos 3