SHEI am The meadow-saffron of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.

SHEAs an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, And, his fruit, was sweet to my taste.

He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.

For lo, the winter, is past, - the rain, is over, and gone;

Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, - for sick with love, I am.

The flowers, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, - and, the voice of the turtle, is heard in our land;

His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me!

SHEThe voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, - leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.

HEAs a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, among the daughters!

BOTHTake ye for us, the foxes, the little foxes that are spoiling the vines, - and, our vines, are all blossom!

SHEMy beloved, is, mine, and, I, am, his, he that pastureth among lilies!

The fig-tree, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines - all blossom, yield fragrance, - Rise up! my fair - my beautiful - one, and come away!

Responded my beloved, and said to me, - Rise up! my fair - my beautiful - one, and come away,

Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, - Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.

HEI adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, - That ye wake not, nor arouse, the dear love until she please! ****

Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains. ****

HEO my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, - For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.