2¹ I am a rose[1] of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. ² As a lily among brambles, so is my love among the young women.

³ As an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. ⁴ He brought me to the banqueting house,[2] and his banner over me was love. ⁵ Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am sick with love. ⁶ His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me! ⁷ I adjure you,[3] O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.

⁸ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills. ⁹ My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, there he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, looking through the lattice. ¹⁰ My beloved speaks and says to me: "Arise, 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 singing[4] has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. ¹³ The fig tree ripens its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

¹⁴ O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. ¹⁵ Catch the foxes[5] for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom." ¹⁶ My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes[6] among the lilies. ¹⁷ Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on cleft mountains.[7]

2¹ I am the spring crocus blooming on the Sharon Plain, the lily of the valley. ² Like a lily among thistles is my darling among young women.

³ Like the finest apple tree in the orchard is my lover among other young men. I sit in his delightful shade and taste his delicious fruit. ⁴ He escorts me to the banquet hall; it's obvious how much he loves me. ⁵ Strengthen me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am weak with love. ⁶ His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me. ⁷ Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and wild deer, not to awaken love until the time is right.

⁸ Ah, I hear my lover coming! He is leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills. ⁹ My lover is like a swift gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he is behind the wall, looking through the window, peering into the room. ¹⁰ My lover said to me, "Rise up, my darling! Come away with me, my fair one! ¹¹ Look, the winter is past, and the rains are over and gone. ¹² The flowers are springing up, the season of singing birds has come, and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air. ¹³ The fig trees are forming young fruit, and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming. Rise up, my darling! Come away with me, my fair one!"

¹⁴ My dove is hiding behind the rocks, behind an outcrop on the cliff. Let me see your face; let me hear your voice. For your voice is pleasant, and your face is lovely. ¹⁵ Catch all the foxes, those little foxes, before they ruin the vineyard of love, for the grapevines are blossoming! ¹⁶ My lover is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies. ¹⁷ Before the dawn breezes blow and the night shadows flee, return to me, my love, like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.