1I am a crocus of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2Like a lily among the thorns, so is my darling among the daughters.
3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. In his shade I delighted and sat down, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4He brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.
5Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field: do not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.
8The voice of my beloved! Look, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, here he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10My beloved answered and said to me: Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come away.
11For look, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12The blossoms have appeared in the land; the time of pruning has arrived, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13The fig tree has ripened its early figs, and the vines in blossom give fragrance. Arise, come, my darling, my beautiful one, and come away.
14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hidden place of the cliff-side, let me see your form, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your form is lovely.
15Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.
16My beloved is mine and I am his — the one who grazes among the lilies.
17Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved; be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the cleft mountains.
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