1I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3Like 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.
4He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.
5Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.
6His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.
7I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the does of the field, That you not stir up, nor awaken my love, Until he pleases.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag: Behold, he stands behind our wall; He looks in at the windows; He glances through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11For, look, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;
12The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds has come, And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land;
13The 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.
14O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see your countenance, Let me hear your voice; For sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.
15Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feeds his flock among the lilies.
17Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag Upon the mountains of Bether.