I [am] a crocus of the Sharon,{HR}A lily of the valley.
As a lily among thorns,{HR}So is my love among the daughters.
As the citron among the trees of the wood,{HR}So is my beloved among the sons.{HR}In his shadow I delighted and sat down,{HR}And his fruit [is] sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the house of wine,{HR}And his banner over me [is] love.
Stay ye me with raisin-cakes,{HR}Refresh me with citrons;{HR}For I am sick of love.
His left hand [is] under my head,{HR}And his right hand doth embrace me.
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem,{HR}By the gazelles and by the hinds of the field,{HR}That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
The voice of my beloved! Behold he cometh,{HR}Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart.{HR}Behold, he standeth behind our wall,{HR}He looketh in through the windows,{HR}He glanceth through the lattice.
My beloved spake and said unto me,{HR}Rise up, my fair one, and come away.
For, behold, the winter is past,{HR}The rain is over, it is gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;{HR}The time of singing is come,{HR}And the voice of the thrush is heard in our land;
The fig tree melloweth her winter figs,{HR}And the vines in bloom give forth fragrance.{HR}Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
My dove, in the clefts of the rock,{HR}In the covert of the precipice,{HR}Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice;{HR}For sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance comely.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards:{HR}For our vineyards are in bloom.
My beloved [is] mine, and I his;{HR}He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away,{HR}Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle, or a young hart,{HR}Upon the mountains of Bether.