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

Like a lily among thorns, so is my beloved among the young men.

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I sat in his shade 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.

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

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

I charge you, daughters of Yerushalayim, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, do not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall, looking through the windows, peering through the lattice.

My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'

For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

The fig tree ripens its early fruit, and the vines give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your appearance, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your appearance is lovely.

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.

My beloved is mine, and I am his; he pastures among the lilies.

Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved. Be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of Beter.