I am the rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my Beloved among the sons. I sat down under His shadow with great delight, and His fruit was sweet to my taste.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and His banner over me was love.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over; it goes to itself.

Feed me with raisin cakes, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.

the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

His left hand is under my head, and His right hand embraces me.

The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

As the lily among thorns, so is My love among the daughters.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines; for our vines have tender grapes.

My Beloved is mine, and I am His; He feeds among the lilies.

the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

My Beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks forth at the windows, peering from the lattice.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up or awake my Love until He please.

Until when does the day blow, and the shadows flee away? Turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of Bether.

O My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful.