1I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. 2The Beloved: Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. 3Shulamite: Like an apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down in his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. 4To the Daughters of Jerusalem: He brought me into the house of wine, and his banner over me was love. 5Sustain me with cakes of raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am lovesick. 6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. 7I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases. 8Shulamite: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. 9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; he is looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice. 10My beloved spoke, and said to me: Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. 11For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. 12The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. 13The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away! 14O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your form, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your appearance is beautiful. 15Her Brothers: Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines, for our vines have tender grapes. 16Shulamite: My beloved is mine, and I am his. He grazes among the lilies. 17To Her Beloved: Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.