- I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
- As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
- As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down;
And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
- He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
- Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples;
For I am sick of love.
- His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
- I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
- The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
- My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart.
Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
- My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
- For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
- The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
- The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth [their] fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
- My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice;
For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
- Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards;
For our vineyards are in bloom.
- My beloved is mine, and I am his;
He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,
- Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away.
Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.