| 1 | I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys. |
| 2 | As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters. Beloved |
| 3 | 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, His fruit was sweet to my taste. |
| 4 | He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love. |
| 5 | Strengthen me with raisins, Refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love. |
| 6 | His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me. |
| 7 | I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires. |
| 8 | The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, Leaping on the mountains, Skipping on the hills. |
| 9 | My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice. |
| 10 | My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. |
| 11 | For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. |
| 12 | The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing has come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land. |
| 13 | The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, And come away. Lover |
| 14 | My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. |
| 15 | Catch for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved |
| 16 | My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies. |
| 17 | Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether. |