[1] I am a wildflower of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. [2] Like a lily among thorns, so is my darling among the young women. [3] Like an apricot tree among the trees of the forest, so is my love among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste. [4] He brought me to the banquet hall, and he looked on me with love. [5] Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apricots, for I am lovesick. [6] May his left hand be under my head, and his right arm embrace me. [7] Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and the wild does of the field, do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time. [8] Listen! My love is approaching. Look! Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills. [9] My love is like a gazelle or a young stag. See, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. [10] My love calls to me: Arise, my darling. Come away, my beautiful one. [11] For now the winter is past; the rain has ended and gone away. [12] The blossoms appear in the countryside. The time of singing has come, and the turtledove's cooing is heard in our land. [13] The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines give off their fragrance. Arise, my darling. Come away, my beautiful one. [14] My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. [15] Catch the foxes for us- the little foxes that ruin the vineyards- for our vineyards are in bloom. [16] My love is mine and I am his; he feeds among the lilies. [17] Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn around, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the divided mountains.
