I am the flower of the plain, the lily of the valleys

As the apple among the trees of the forest, so my beloved between the sons. In his shadow I delighted, and I sat down, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.

He brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.

For behold, the winter passed. away, the rain glided away; it went for itself.

Sustain me with cakes, and refresh me with apples, for I am pierced of love.

The flowers were seen in the earth; the time of pruning came, and the voice of the turtle-dove was heard in our land.

His left hand is under my head, and his right shall embrace me.

The voice of my beloved I behold him coming leaping upon the mountains, springing upon the hills

As the lily between thorns, so is my friend between the daughters.

Seize for us the foxes, the little foxes destroying the vineyards: and our vineyards are in blossom.

My beloved to me, and I to him: he feeding among the lilies.

The fig tree ripened its unripe figs, and the vines are in blossom; they gave an odor. Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and go for thyself.

My beloved answered and said to me, Rise up for thyself, my friend, my beautiful one, and go for thyself.

My beloved is like to the roe or to the fawn of the hinds: behold him standing behind our wall looking forth from the windows, glancing from the lattices.

I adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, if ye shall awake and if ye shall arouse love till he shall desire.

Until the day shall breathe and the shadows fled away, turn, thou, it being likened to thee, my beloved, to the roe, or to the fawn of the hind upon the mountains of section.

My dove in the refuges of the rock, in the biding of the steep mountain: cause me to see thy form, cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet and thy form becoming.