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[1] I am the rose of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
[2] Like a lily among the thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
[3] Like 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.
[4] He brought me into the wine cellar, and love was his banner over me.
[5] Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
[6] His left hand is under mine head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
[7] I 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.
[8] It is the voice of my well-beloved: behold, he cometh leaping by the mountains, and skipping by the hills.
[9] My 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.
[10] My well beloved spake and said unto me, Arise, my love, my fair one, and come thy way.
[11] For behold, winter is past: the rain is changed, and is gone away.
[12] The 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.
[13] The 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.
[14] My 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.
[15] Take us the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines have small grapes.
[16] My well-beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies,
[17] Until the daybreak, and the shadows flee away: return my wellbeloved, and be like a roe, or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
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