| 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. |
| 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, And his fruit was sweet to my taste. |
| 4 |
He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love. |
| 5 |
Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love. |
| 6 |
His left hand `is' under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me. |
| 7 |
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake `my' love, Until he please. |
| 8 |
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills. |
| 9 |
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice. |
| 10 |
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
| 11 |
For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone; |
| 12 |
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing `of birds' is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land; |
| 13 |
The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
| 14 |
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. |
| 15 |
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. |
| 16 |
My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth `his flock' among the lilies. |
| 17 |
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether. |
