1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the young women.
3 As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the young men. I took great delight in sitting in his shade, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4 He brought me into the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5 Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am sick with love.
6 His left hand is beneath my head, and his right hand holds me close.
7 I make you swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you will not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.
8 Hark! My beloved! See, he is coming, leaping across the mountains, springing over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. See, he is standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, glancing through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
11 For look, the winter is over; the rain is over and gone.
12 Blossoms have appeared in the land; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree is ripening its early figs, and the vines are in bloom and give off their scent. Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away."
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the cliff, let me see your form, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your form is lovely.
15 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.
16 My beloved belongs to me, and I to him; he grazes his flock among the lilies.
17 Until the day blows cool and the shadows flee away, turn back, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.