| 1 | As a lily among the thorns, |
| 2 | So [is] my friend among the daughters! |
| 3 | As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate. |
| 4 | He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love, |
| 5 | Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love. |
| 6 | His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me. |
| 7 | I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please! |
| 8 | The voice of my beloved! lo, this—he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. |
| 9 | My beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this—he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice. |
| 10 | My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away, |
| 11 | For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away—it hath gone. |
| 12 | The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land, |
| 13 | The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away. |
| 14 | My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely. |
| 15 | Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes—destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards. |
| 16 | My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting among the lilies, |
| 17 | Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation! |