“I am the rose of Sharon,
The lily of the valleys.”

“Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
So is my beloved among the young men.
In his shade I took great delight and sat down,
And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

“He has brought me to his banquet hall,
And his banner over me is love.

‘For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.

“Sustain me with raisin cakes,
Refresh me with apples,
Because I am lovesick.

‘The flowers have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

“Let his left hand be under my head
And his right hand embrace me.”

“Listen! My beloved!
Behold, he is coming,
Climbing on the mountains,
Leaping on the hills!

“Like a lily among the thorns,
So is my darling among the maidens.”

“Catch the foxes for us,
The little foxes that are ruining the vineyards,
While our vineyards are in blossom.”

“My beloved is mine, and I am his;
He pastures his flock among the lilies.

‘The fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’”

“My beloved responded and said to me,
‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along.

“My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Behold, he is standing behind our wall,
He is looking through the windows,
He is peering through the lattice.

“I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the gazelles or by the hinds of the field,
That you do not arouse or awaken my love
Until she pleases.”

“Until the cool of the day when the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle
Or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.”

“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret place of the steep pathway,
Let me see your form,
Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your form is lovely.”