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

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

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

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.

Come with Me from Lebanon, My spouse; with Me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

Awake, O north wind; and come, south wind; blow on my garden, so that the spices of it may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat His pleasant fruits.

I have come into My garden, My sister, My spouse; I have gathered My myrrh with My spice; I have eaten My honeycomb with My honey; I have drunk My wine with My milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O Beloved.

Come, my Beloved, let us go out into the field; let us stay in the villages.