The Bride

1I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

Solomon

2As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

The Bride

3As 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.

4He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

5Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand does embrace me.

7I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

The Bride's Adoration

8The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.

10My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

12The 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;

13The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Solomon

14O my dove, that are in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.

15Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

The Bride

16My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies.

17Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be you like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.