1I am the rose of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2Like a lily among the thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my well-beloved among the sons of men: under his shadow had I delight, and sat down: and his fruit was sweet unto my mouth.
4He brought me into the wine cellar, and love was his banner over me.
5Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6His left hand is under mine head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor waken my love, until she please.
8It is the voice of my well-beloved: behold, he cometh leaping by the mountains, and skipping by the hills.
9My well-beloved is like a roe, or a young hart: lo, he standeth behind our wall, looking forth of the windows, showing himself through the grates.
10My well-beloved spake and said unto me, Arise, my love, my fair one, and come thy way.
11For behold, winter is past: the rain is changed, and is gone away.
12The flowers appear in the earth: the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
13The fig tree hath brought forth her young figs: and the vines with their small grapes have cast a savor: arise my love, my fair one, and come away.
14My dove, that art in the holes of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, show me thy sight, let me hear thy voice: for thy voice is sweet, and thy sight comely.
15Take us the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines have small grapes.
16My well-beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies,
17Until the daybreak, and the shadows flee away: return, my well-beloved, and be like a roe, or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.