I am the rose of Sharon
, and the lily
of the valleys
.
As the lily among thorns
, so is my love
among the daughters
.
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
.
He brought me to the banqueting
house
, and his banner
over me was love
.
Stay me with flagons
, comfort
me with apples
: for I am sick
of love
.
His left hand is under my head
, and his right hand
doth embrace
me.
I charge you, O ye daughters
of Jerusalem
, by the roes
, and
by the hinds
of the field
, that ye stir not up
, nor awake
my love
, till he please
.
The voice of my beloved
! behold, he cometh
leaping
upon the mountains
, skipping
upon the hills
.
My beloved is like
a roe
or a young
hart
: behold, he standeth
behind
our wall
, he looketh forth
at the windows
, shewing
himself through the lattice
.
My beloved spake
, and said
unto me, Rise up
, my love
, my fair one
, and come away
.
For, lo, the winter is past
, the rain
is over
and gone
;
The flowers appear
on the earth
; the time
of the singing
of birds is come
, and the voice
of the turtle
is heard
in our land
;
The fig tree putteth forth
her green figs
, and the vines
with the tender grape
give
a good smell
. Arise
, my love
, my fair one
, and come away
.
O my dove, that art in the clefts
of the rock
, in the secret
places of the stairs
, let me see
thy countenance
, let me hear
thy voice
; for sweet
is thy voice
, and thy countenance
is comely
.
Take us the foxes
, the little
foxes
, that spoil
the vines
: for our vines
have tender grapes
.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth
among the lilies
.
Until the day break
, and the shadows
flee away
, turn
, my beloved
, and be thou like
a roe
or a young
hart
upon the mountains
of Bether
.