- I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
- As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
- As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons.
I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
- He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
- Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples;
I am overcome with love.
- His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
- I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
- The voice of my loved one!
See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
- My loved one is like a roe;
see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
- My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
- For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
- The flowers are come on the earth;
the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;
- The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell.
Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.
- O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills;
let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears;
for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
- Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines;
our vines have young grapes.
- My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
- Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.