His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.17
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you2 by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.38
Listen! My lover! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.49
My lover is like a gazelle5 or a young stag.6 Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
My lover spoke and said to me, "Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me.
See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms its early fruit;7 the blossoming8 vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me."
My dove9 in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.1015
Catch for us the foxes,11 the little foxes that ruin the vineyards,12 our vineyards that are in bloom.13