[1] I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys. [2] As the lily-flower
among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters. [3] As
the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the
sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was
sweet to my taste. [4] He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over
me was love. [5] Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with
apples; I am overcome with love. [6] His left hand is under my head, and
his right hand is round about me. [7] I say to you, O daughters of
Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is
ready. [8] The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the
mountains, stepping quickly on the hills. [9] My loved one is like a roe;
see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows,
letting himself be seen through the spaces. [10] My loved one said to me,
Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away. [11] For, see, the winter is
past, the rain is over and gone; [12] The flowers are come on the earth;
the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is
sounding in our land; [13] The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the
vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my
beautiful one, and come away. [14] O my dove, you are in the holes of the
mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let
your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
[15] Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines;
our vines have young grapes. [16] My loved one is mine, and I am his: he
takes his food among the flowers. [17] Till the evening comes, and the sky
slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains
of Bether.
