[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.