I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

O 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 countenance is lovely.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.