[1] I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys. [2] As a lily among
thorns, So is my love among the daughters. Beloved [3] 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, His fruit was sweet to my
taste. [4] He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is
love. [5] Strengthen me with raisins, Refresh me with apples; For I
am faint with love. [6] His left hand is under my head. His right hand
embraces me. [7] I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or
by the hinds of the field, That you not stir up, nor awaken love,
Until it so desires. [8] The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes,
Leaping on the mountains, Skipping on the hills. [9] 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. [10] My beloved spoke, and
said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. [11] For,
behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. [12] The flowers
appear on the earth; The time of the singing has come, And the voice
of the turtle-dove is heard in our land. [13] The fig tree ripens her green
figs. The vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one, And come away. Lover [14] My dove in
the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let
me see your face. Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely. [15] Catch for us the foxes, The little foxes
that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved
[16] My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies. [17]
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved,
And be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.
