¹ I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valley.

² As a lily among thorns, so is my love among women. She

³ As an apple tree in a forest, so is my lover among men. I sought his shade, there I sat; his fruit is sweet to my taste.

⁴ He has taken me to the winestore; his banner over me reads: “Love.”

⁵ Oh, strengthen me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for love makes me sick!

⁶ His left hand is under my head; his right arm embraces me. He

⁷ I beg you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and hinds of the field, not to arouse or stir up love before her time has come. She [Bol]

⁸ The voice of my lover! Behold he comes, springing across the mountains, jumping over the hills,

⁹ like a gazelle or a young stag. Now he stands behind our wall, looking through the windows, peering through the lattice.

¹⁰ My lover speaks to me, He “Arise, my love, my beautiful one!

¹¹ Come, the winter is gone, the rains are over.

¹² Flowers have appeared on earth; the season of singing has come; the cooing of doves is heard.

¹³ The fig tree forms its early fruit, the vines in blossom are fragrant. Arise, my beautiful one, come with me, my love, come.

¹⁴ O my dove in the rocky cleft, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice. Your face – how lovely! Your voice – how sweet!”

¹⁵ Capture the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, our vineyards in flower.

¹⁶ My lover is mine and I am his; he shepherds his flock among the lilies.

¹⁷ Before the dusk blows and shadows flee, return, my lover, be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged hills. She