- I Am the rose of Sharon, and the lillie of the valleys.
- As the lillie among thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
- As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloued among the sonnes.
I sate downe vnder his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweete to my taste.
- Hee brought me to the banketting house, and his banner ouer mee, was loue.
- Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sicke of loue.
- His left hand is vnder my head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
- I charge you, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, by the Roes, and by the hindes of the field, that ye stirre not vp, nor awake my loue, till she please.
- The voice of my beloued!
hee commeth leaping vpon the mountaines, skipping vpon the hils.
- My beloued is like a Roe, or a yong Hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh foorth at the windowe, shewing himselfe through the lattesse.
- My beloued spake, and said vnto me, Rise vp, my Loue, my faire one, and come away.
- For loe, the winter is past, the raine is ouer, and gone.
- The flowers appeare on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
- The fig tree putteth foorth her greene figs, and the vines with the tender grape giue a good smell.
Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come away.
- O my doue!
that art in the clefts of the rocke, in the secret places of the staires: let me see thy countenance, let me heare thy voice, for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
- Take vs the foxes, the litle foxes, that spoile the vines: for our vines haue tender grapes.
- My beloued is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lillies.
- Untill the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: turne my beloued and be thou like a Roe, or a yong Hart, vpon the mountaines of Bether.