[Woman]I'm a rose of the Sharon plain, a lily of the valleys.
[Man]Like a lily among thornbushes, so is my dearest among the young women.
[Woman]Like an apple tree among the wild trees, so is my lover among the young men. In his shade I take pleasure in sitting, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
He has brought me to the house of wine; his banner raised over me is love.
Sustain me with raisin cakes, strengthen me with apples, for I'm weak with love!
His left arm is beneath my head, his right embraces me.
Make a solemn pledge, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the wild deer: Don't rouse, don't arouse love until it desires.
Listen! It's my lover: here he comes now, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Here he stands now, outside our wall, peering through the windows, peeking through the lattices.
My lover spoke and said to me, "Rise up, my dearest, my fairest, and go.
Here, the winter is past; the rains have come and gone.
Blossoms have appeared in the land; the season of singing has arrived, and the sound of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The green fruit is on the fig tree, and the grapevines in bloom are fragrant. Rise up, my dearest, my fairest, and go.
My dove—in the rock crevices, hidden in the cliff face— let me catch sight of you; let me hear your voice! The sound of your voice is sweet, and the sight of you is lovely."
Catch foxes for us— those little foxes that spoil vineyards, now that our vineyards are in bloom!
I belong to my lover and he belongs to me— the one grazing among the lilies.
Before the day breeze blows and the shadows flee, turn about, my love; be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the jagged mountains.